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Leia sat up abruptly, her pulse racing. The sheets were sweated and wadded around her legs. Her night garment damp. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and sat staring at the wall. The chronometer inset showed her it was three hours past midnight. The air in the room smelled like moist soil. Outside, she knew, Yavin IV would be chilly, and she considered opening a vent to allow some of that coolness inside. At the moment, it seemed too much effort to bother.

A bad dream, she thought. That’s all it was, she says to herself.

Looking down at her hands however, Leia can hardly believe how fast they tremble. Closing her eyes, Leia balls up her trembling hands into fists, trying to steady herself. She could still feel it, the lingering emotions that pierced her sleep all at once.

The fear, the sadness but also the rising relief of familiarity - as if she had been returned to a safe place after being in danger for so long.

Looking at the wall, Leia lets out a sigh knowing she’s about to ruin any chances of her getting a perfect night's rest. Summoning her energy, Leia throws the sheets and leaves the warm comfort of her bed.

Within moments, she dresses herself, leaving her hair down as the emotions welling in her chest increase. Hastily walking through the dimly lit corridors, Leia could feel her feet almost taking life on their own as she reaches almost unconsciously, the Surveillance Pit.

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However, she pauses momentarily, feeling the urge to turn left in the corridor towards Medical. Guided by feeling alone, turning aside, General Leia proceeds down the hallway to the Medical Bay.

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As she approaches, the soft blue light from Medical Bay casts a light on her face. Slowly as Leia approaches the entrance of the room, she senses the intense emotions beat in her chest like a drum. However as she reaches the entrance of the medical bay, she sees the source.

“Well, well.” Leia smirks.

In the middle of the room, Leia’s eyes rest on the tall Bacta Tank bubbling with Ex-filtrator Julia Carpenter floating inside and the small boy staring at the bacta tank as well.

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Leia approaches the young boy from behind, resting her hands on his shoulder, “Jacen Syndulla…”

Startled, the young boy jolts, raising his blue eyes to Leia but lets out a relieved breath, “Oh its you. Hi Aunt Leia.” he says awkwardly.

“Isn’t it a bit late for you young man?” Leia asks with a raised eyebrow, “Hera would put me in a turbine if she knew I was letting you stay up this late.” she says.

The on cue yawn makes Leia smirk at the young boy scratching at his green hair that sticks up in every direction, “N-no.” Jacen yawns, “Maybe.” he relents, rubbing his eyes. “But I wanted to see Julia. She was scared, it woke me up.” he says..

“I know Jacen.” says Leia, staring at the Bacta Tank, “I could feel you concentrating on her.”

“Me too.” says a voice from behind.

Glancing over her shoulder, Leia eyes rest on the young Mandalorian fighter, Sabine Wren leaning against the entrance post. Decked in her Mandalorian Armor, decorated with neon pink and bright yellow markings, Sabine points her thumb over her shoulder, “Jacen, your Jedi empathy is gonna wake up half the base. Come on, lets hit the bunks.” she says.

“Alright alright!” Jacen mopes, “Night Auntie Leia.” he says before scampering past Sabine.

Ruffling his hair, Sabine watches his run down the hallway, “And don’t mess with Chopper’s settings again!” she shouts.

“I WON’T!” he yells back with a muffled giggle.

Sabine rolls her eyes, “That boy is every bit Kanan as he is Hera, but he’s sure a Jedi.” she smirks.

Bathed in the glow of the Banta tank, Leia sits on a metal stool, thinking over Sabine’s statement, “I say the same thing about Ben. But Hans convinced the boy will be the Death of him.” she smirks.

Sabine waves at her statement, “One ride in that Millennium Falcon and I’m convinced the only thing that can kill Han, is Han.” she replies while coming to Leia’s side.

Leia smirks at the statement, observing Julia Carpenter floating in the fetal position within the massive Bacta Tank.

“She reminds me of him, Han I mean. Leia comments, “Always leaping before she looks.”

Sabine looks at Julia, unconscious in the water, wearing on black undergarments with an oxygen mask over her nose and mouth, “She’s reckless and out for revenge.” she states.

“Speaking from the point of view of someone who witnessed their own planet getting destroyed...” Leia sighs, recalling Planet Alderaan exploding from the Death Star’s main cannon, “...joining us out of revenge against the Empire, isn’t the worst thing.” she states.

Sabine folds her arms, “It isn’t but we need more finesse than this.”

Looking at Julia in the Bacta Tank, Leia sighs, “Luke once said, those who desire revenge need guidance.” she recalls, “With our guidance Julia and Miles have saved more of our friends behind enemies lines than anyone to date. She saved Wedge.” she says, “Their loyalty is enough for me.”

Reaching into her utility belt, Sabine pulls out a data stick and holds it up to Leia, “I get it. But pardon me if I doubt. Someone Sliced us.” she says, “An hour ago.”

Leia’s face firms as she stands on her feet, looking eye to eye with Sabine, “What did they get?”

Sabine sighs, “Enough. I have a source two systems away that knows of every Slicer job in the Quadrant. I can go see’em and he’ll tell me who did this or tell me if we have a traitor.”

Leia arches her eyebrow at Sabine, saying nothing and turning away.

Placing her hands on her hips, Sabine looks at Leia’s back, “I can be back before the next moon rotation. I’ll be safe but our informants, our undercover spies, our sympathizers; won’t be.”

“I know Sabine.” Leia abruptly replies, “Sometimes though, an enemy does just enough damage to bait you out into the open to kill you - its a Sith methodology.”

Sabine pulls out a blaster, “I have a Mandalorian Methodology.” she nods, “Hasn’t let me down yet.”

Leia arches her eyebrow, “Now who sounds like Han?” she quips.

“So what’ll it be General?” Sabine asks, “You’re leaving here for Hoth in two days. Let me do this.”

Leia stares at Julia, shaking her head, “Fine, but not you..” she concludes, looking to her wrist gauntlet.

“If it’s not me it has to be someone we both trust.” Sabine states.

Leia nods in agreement, “I know, if Luke wasn’t on on Dagobah I’d send him, so I’ll send the next best person.”


Chapter 1 - The Mission



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Sitting under the starry night, Nico Minoru sits up against a boulder lodged in the dirt. A blanket with wooden plates and crumbs by her feet, Nico simply stares into the flames as the warm glow illuminates her face. The meal Ahsoka had brought was satisfying as well. Always something new and somehow, not to unfamiliar from Earth food. However silence had lingered, and the ‘spirited’ ale Ahsoka always brought her, managed to relax her even more.

Slumping down against the boulder, her sore hands and aching back now relaxed, Nico lays her head down on the dirt with her feathered hair bunched up like a plumb of black feathers.

Ahsoka sipping her hot drink in the clay cup. their visits were always brief at the beginning, but only until recently had she opened up for some reason. Maybe it was her friend persistence, maybe it was because Molly was with her always. Who knew

“Something on your mind?” Ahsoka asks.

Pointing upwards the starry sky, Nico looks at Ahsoka.“These stars, make everything feel like a million years ago.” she says, “I ran away from my family when I was fifteen, joined up with other Runaways, saved the world.” she says, with slight laugh.

“I thought…” she sighs, her face turning serious, “...I was allowed some semblance of peace, you know? How ironic then that whole world literally blows up in my face in reply.” she huffs, taking another swig of the ale. Sitting on a small rock, Ahsoka Tano looks over at Nico, propping herself up.

“Fair or not Nico...” Ahsoka sighs, recalling the distant words of Jedi Kit Fisto, “...when the sea changes and one must fight the tide, either you drown, or swim to reveal the best part of yourself.”

Her altruistic words ring in Nico’s ears, making her bristle and raise an eyebrow at Ahsoka.

“And if the best part of yourself was never good to begin with?” Nico asks, taking a swing from a small clay bottle, “Then what?”

“Remember when you came last year, with the other refugees?” Ahsoka recalls, “First day, all of them signed up for the Rebellion to pull a trigger. They didn’t care about our cause, they just wanted to shoot what blew up their planet. But you, you pulled Molly away. You pushed her into my arms, and you told me, ‘save her from this.’”

Tossing aside her bottle, Nico looks at Ahsoka, “I refuse for Molly to be made into an instrument of death like my mother did to me.” she retorts, “Train her to be a Jedi or whatever you call it. Its better than whatever I can offer her.”

“That selflessness…” Ahsoka says, “...tells me your trying to swim in a sea of change.”

“Is that what you see?.” Nico scoffs, “Well I saw people die Ahsoka. The Avengers, the Police, REGULAR people - snuffed out by a giant ball in the sky - right in front me.” she says.

Nico clenches her jaw, choking back tears, “Sometimes, when it's quiet I see them. Bodies all around me. The scent of Death in the air. Skeletons grabbing at me in the looming shadow of the Death Star.” she says, rubbing her eyes “That’s what I see. Everyday. Every night. Again an again.”

Ahsoka slowly approaches Nico resting her hand on her shoulder, “Nico, you should meditate with me sometime. You were confident I could help Molly find peace through ‘The Force’. I can help you.”

Nico shrugs away from her, walking closer to the fire.

“I don’t wanna meditate.” Nico spits back, “I don’t want help. I want....” she pauses, starting into the campfire flames reflecting off her pensive face as if she was searching for the answer in the fire, “I don’t know, forget I said anything.” she relents.

~Deet Deet~ Goes her wrist gauntlet.

Snapping herself out of her thoughts, Ahsoka looks at Nico looking at the gauntlet.

“Gonna answer it or what? Or are you rebelling in the rebellion?” Nico smirks.

“You wish.” Ahsoka huffs, tapping on the wrist gauntlet, “Hi Leia.” she answers.

~Get back to base. Something came up. I need you and your apprentice.~

The concern in her tone of voice made Ahsoka look at her wrist gauntlet as if something was wrong with it. Any feeling she had on the matter was only validated as Nico looked at her wrist gauntlet as well with equal curiosity.

“That didn’t sound good. Either something bad happened or she killed Han.” Nico quips.

Ahsoka rolls her eyes at the statement, “Yeah, I better go.” she says, turning aside but pauses, looking to Nico in front of the fire, “But we should talk more, when I return.”

Nico smirks at the statement, “Sure…” she says, dangling the empty clay bottle between her fingers at her, “ long as there’s some drinking.”

Ahsoka smirks, “Very well. Force be with you, Nico.”

Nico holds up her hand and parts her fingers into a ‘v’, “Yeah you too.”


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You’re horrible at this you know that right? Twenty four months of this and you haven’t gotten any better, you should give this up.

The criticism makes Nico Minoru take a pause. Standing up straight, stretching her back, Nico had been harvesting for at least six hours straight. Sweat drenched her baggy linen clothes. Her black feathered tied back like a bunched up Eagle feathers. Nico pulls out a worn rag, wiping her face.

“I wouldn’t say that.” she replies, wiping her sweaty brow.

Of course not but everyone knows it. They just don’t want to hurt your feelings.

Lifting up eyes to the sunny sky, Nico holds up her hand blocking the sun’s glare.

“All I care about the two suns around this planet making what I plant grow.” she counters. “It grows in a week, I harvest. People eat, I earn my keep. Simple.” she shrugs, looking at the sprouts peeking over the surface of the muddy ankle deep water.

The real truth is that you’re meant for other things in life, great things.

Nico rolls her eyes, leaning up against the waist high grass wall, “Here we go again.”

Don’t sass me young lady. I know what I’m talking about. Look at you! Your potential is wasted in the dirt and roaches. They call themselves Rebels. They’re all pawns to die.

“Stop it.” Nico snaps.

It was bad enough that the heat was oppressive this time of day on Yavin, but Nico draws in a deep humid breath, struggling to keep her patience in spite of the aggravated nagging.

“They’re brave men and women…” Nico defensively replies, “...least I can do is feed them.”

Least you can do? As if you owe them. We should kill them.

“Don’t, don’t do that.” Nico pleads, rubbing her temples, “Don’t start.”

Their Leader, with the honeybuns on the side of her head? We could slit her throat at midnight, let everyone find her by daybreak and let this place descend in the chaos.

“Stop i’m begging you.” mumbles Nico, rubbing her temples harder and harder.

Then we could go in, pick them apart. Kill them all in different ways. There’d be no suspects...

“STOP IT MOM!” Nico screams.

Her high pitch scream, echoing over the grassy landscape.Covering her eyes, Nico shakes her head, drawing a deep breath trying to calm herself.


Slowly lowering her wet dirty hands, Nico balls up her fists, glaring at her mother. The Japanese American woman, decked in a glittery black form fitting dress with a plunging ‘v-neck’. Her short cut asymmetrical haircut stopped just short of her sharp jaw and slicked along the side of her cheekbones to a fine point. Her fine lips, coated in thick black lipstick remain pressed together firmly. Her razor sharp eyes coated in black mascara, narrow at Nico with disapproval.

Get over yourself.

“Once I do mother.” Nico spits, “A bullet goes in my head.”

Nico’s mother crosses her arms, leaning back like a praying mantis toying with its trapped meal.

I’ll never let you kill yourself. That’s a promise.

Nico kicks over the wicker basket in the watery mud and glares at her mother angrily. “Leave me alone, why can’t you just LEAVE ME ALONE!” she screams. Tilting her face, as if unable to understand the raw emotion in her voice, Nico’s mother smirks at her.

Are we done with the tantrum? Because I was when you were three months old. Until you give up this humble servitude phase, and do as I say, i’ll be here always to torment you!

Nico’s eyes turn red, welling with tears as her lip quivers, “I hate you.” she mumbles.

You don’t hate me. You don’t have the guts to hate.

“Oh no?” Nico smirks, wiping her nose.

If you hated me, you wouldn’t be talking to me.

“Lonely people will talk to anyone mother.” Nico chuckles, picking up her basket, “Even a murderous hateful ol’bat hallucination like you.”

See, through the quote on quote hate, there is love.

“Really?” Nico smirks, “Then why did I kill you?”

I don’t know. Why do you still keep me around?

Nico face turns white, gulping at the question.

“Hey NICO!”

Immediately Nico eyes open wide, hearing the familiar voice. Turning around, Nico arcs her head upwards to the familiar voice coming from the top of the grassy hill field. Holding her hand over her eyes to block the glare, Nico sees Molly Hayes, decked in a tan robe with a lightsaber hilt strapped to her side.Leaping off the side of the hill, Nico watches as Molly drift down like a bird before landing softly in ankle deep water.

“Hey.” greets Molly Hayes,

She had grown. Nico expected it, but it was another to see it. Gone was the wide eye child who seemed to wonder at everything. Gone was the fidgetity Cali-girl who said the first thing on her mind. Her face had matured. Her eyes no longer looked upon everything in wonderment or in rapt readiness to please. They were equals. Standing on the same ground.

Molly remains quiet, wondering why she was so anxious to leap down to see her, she should’ve been more composed.

“So…” Molly starts awkwardly, “How have…

Immediately Nico throws herself into Molly’s opens her arms. Resting her head on her shoulder, Nico hugs her tightly, overwhelmed by her emotions.

Molly squeezes back, relieved, “Missed you too Nico.”

Pulling away, Nico gathers herself, smoothing out her clothes, “Oh i’m sorry…” she says, apologetically, brushing the dirt off her own clothes, “Oh man i got her dirty.” she fusses.

Quickly wiping her hands, Nico pats Molly’s clothes, “I’m so sorry…”

“Its fine its fine.” Molly giggles.

Her laugh was the same. Nico steps back, looking at her, trying to adjust in her mind that her friend was not longer a little girl anymore.

Molly smiles, looking at her friend trying to contain her emotions so horribly.

“Oh my gawd you’ve” Nico gushes, “I mean like, what is Ashoka doing with you? Lifting rocks or something?”

Molly giggles, “Actually yeah.” she replies to Nico’s stunned expression. Looking around for something suitable, Molly narrows her eyes at a wicker basket floating in next rice field below, “See?” she says, outstretching her hand.

Nico turns and watches as the wicker back flies up in the air. Turning to Molly in shock, Nico looks at her, stunned.

“Keep watching.” Molly giggles. Nico turns back, astonished as the wicker back descends out the air rapidly before slowly coming between them, landing gently between her feet.

“Freakin’ blow me over.” Nico gasps, looking at Molly holding her hands behind her back, blushing, “That’s freaking AWESOME! You’re telekinetic now?”

Molly nods side to side, “Yes and no.” she replies, “More like, I learned to tap into the Force. Its…” she pauses, searching for the right words, “...very enlightening.” she says.

Nico, rendered speechless folds her arms, “Well…” she sighs, content at the sight of her, “...I take it you didn’t come to show off your powers huh?”

Molly nods, “Yeah I didn’t.” she says, her gaze shooting downwards.

Sensing her nervousness, Nico places her hand on her shoulder, “You know you don’t have to ask me for permission or anything right? I never had to.”

“You’re not gonna like it.” Molly says.

Nico arches her eyebrow, “What’re you pregnant or something? Please don’t tell me he has eight arms?”

Molly bristles at the thought, shuddering, “Oh no and NO.” she exclaims, giggling at the thought. However her face becomes serious once more. Her gaze meets Nico’s confidently, “I’m going on a mission.”

The statement echoes in Nico’s ears loudly as if a thousand mirrors cracked all at once.

Nico draws a breath, reeling from the weight of the statement as Molly looks at her, waiting. She could see it now in her eyes, the weight of her words matter now. She turned into a little girl once more, looking up to the only ‘big sister’ figure she had, only mother figure she had known - waiting for an answer.

“I uh…” Nico stammers, clearing her throat with a short cough, “, wow, okay.”

“General Leia asked me to go.” Molly explains, watching Nico anxiously run her hands through her thick hair, “I’m going with Ahsoka. Its like, reconnaissance. We’re going to meet someone who has something we need, something like that.” she says with a hint of disinterest.

“I see.” Nico says, straining not to say more, looking at Molly, hoping for more assurances.

Molly sighs, “What do you think?” she asks, “I mean, Ahsoka told me to ask you. Like, didn’t ‘tell’ me, she doesn’t tell me, she suggests. Yeah. She suggested it because you know….”

Nico draws a deep breath, covering her face with her hands before staring out to the landscape.

“...she knows how you feel about fighting in the rebellion.” Molly explains, “And she felt it was - respectful, to ask that is.”

Nico keeps her gaze to the horizon, suddenly wishing she had saved one of the Ale’s from the night prior or had one of those liquors from Coruscant.

Molly could see the stress in her. Nico never showed her emotions to people unless she was drinking or with her. What moment was for some, was a parade for Nico - and she was having her own tantrum.

“I uh…” Nico says mumbles, as an unexpected but frustrated laugh comes out, before looking to Molly “...can’t answer.” she answers.

Molly arches her eyebrow, “I’m sorry what?!” she replies, “Who are you and where’s Nico? Are a Force Spirit? Because last I checked i’m not in cave?”

Nico lowers her face, smiling at the statement.

“Look Molly…” Nico continues, “...I didn’t want to do to you, what my mother did to me and that’s make decisions for you.” she says to Molly’s surprise, “So, if you wanna go, go.” she tell her, cursing herself for even saying the words, “If you wanna stay, stay. Its your choice. Do you wanna go?”

Molly smirks, folding her arms, “Man I was hoping you made the decision for me.” she says, turning aside from her, staring out into the distance.

Nico arches her eyebrow, “Why?”

“Because you always helped me with the hard stuff.” Molly says, glancing at her from the corner of her eye, “Because secretly, i’m scared to be without you because, let’s face it. You’re all I got.”

Nico kneels down in the water, staring out into the distance beside her, “You can’t…” she pauses, smirking at the words coming to her mind, “...when the sea changes and one must fight the tide, either you drown, or swim to reveal the best part of yourself. You don’t need me for that.”

Molly looks at Nico, “Where you get that from?”

Nico winks at her, “I’m a genius, didn’t you know?” she smirks.

Giggling, Molly sighs, mulling over her words, “I wanna go. I wanna, make a difference somehow.”

Nico nods. Feeling herself sad for some reason. “Than I respect your decision.” Nico says, “And if anything should happen, I’ll come for you. No matter what. Because you’re all I got too.”

Looking at her, Molly throws herself into Nico, “I love you. Thank you.”

Hugging her, Nico sees from over her shoulder, Ahsoka walking through in the ankle deep water of the rice fields afar, her Staff in hand with a ship sitting in the waters behind her.

“No problem kiddo.” Nico says, “Looks like you’re ride is here.”

Pulling away, Molly turns around, spotting Ahsoka Tano.

“Guess its time to go.” Molly sighs before looking to Nico, “When I come back, can we like, eat or something. I miss that. I miss you.”

Nico pats her on shoulder, “Sure thing. That is if your not busy having a celebration party or whatever with all your cool friends.”

Rolling her eyes, Molly dismissively waves at her “Oh whatever.” she says, walking away, “And thanks Nico. Really.”

Nico simply nods as Molly runs past Ahsoka to the ship waiting for them. Coming up to Nico, Ahsoka sees Nico’s face turn firm, “Thank you NIco, I know that wasn’t…”

“Screw you Ahsoka, freakin’ screw you!” Nico spits acidly to Ahsoka surprise.

Ahsoka face firms, not expecting her to get upset so quickly, “Nico what…”

“You promised!” Nico snaps, her eyes livid with anger, “No mission. None!”

“Leia asked her personally. ” Ahsoka says reassuringly.

“I don’t care if the frickin’ creator asked her personally!” Nico snaps, “I told you, YOU, to keep her OUT the fight.”

Ahsoka holds her hands out, “Nico…”

“This is a gateway mission…” Nico snaps “...she starts this, she does another and another and each more dangerous until they’ll see how much more capable she is, then Molly’s obligated to do whatever mission is asked of her!”

Ahsoka sighs, seeing Nico is in no mood, “Look…” she sighs, motioning towards her pauses as she steps back.

“You better go.” Nico demands, balling up her fist, “Before I listen to the devil in my head.”

Ahsoka winces at her statement, but relents, “Okay. Okay Nico.” she says, backing away, “We’ll be back in twenty four hours. I promise.”

Nico narrows her eyes, clenching her jaw tight, unwilling to say a word more simply nods her head.

Watching them leave, Nico watches Molly enter the reach of a ship sitting on the waters of the Rice Field as Ahsoka rushes to the ship. Staring at the ship as it lifts off and soars in the air, Nico gulps.

I could feel you wanted to kill her.

Glancing at her Mother standing beside her, Nico sighs, returning her gaze to the ship flying into the upper atmosphere, “I did.”

And why didn’t you?

“Because i’m not you.” Nico says.

Nico's mother turns her, narrowing her sharp mascara eyes as a devilish smiles comes across her face.

Not yet.






To be continued...

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Next time this contest comes up, i'm so in!

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power, arcann

skill? Revan.

end, draw.

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Mxy slays everyone using glittery cosmic popcorn coming out a 5th dimensional blackhole found in a box of uneaten gummy bears.

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Dengar - Bounty Hunter

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Wedge Antilles

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Ee't Planet - Outer Realm Territories

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The radiating pain from his punctured right eardrum made it hard to hear, but it was the same question. He opened his mouth in pain, clutching the side of his head with his bound hands. The throbbing pain made the bounty hunters inaudible voice sound as if he was underwater.


The next hit across sent him belly down to the floor. Wedge was beaten down and could barely talk. His bruised right eye was golf-ball sized and nearly swollen shut. They had been at this for days. Questions. Beatings. Questions. Beatings. Sleep. Beatings. Questions. Sleep was minimal.

Slowly time felt as if it was unraveling and relative.

Trying to catch his breath, Wedge Antilles ace Rebel X-Wing Pilot, is propped up on his knees, his head hung low. The puddle of blood gathered between his dirtied orange pants legs had grown. Before it was just droplets, now, it was a donation.

“HAVE YOU COMMUNICATED TO THE KREE OR SHI'AR EMPIRE?! Are they planning a strike against the EMPIRE!”

Wedge grimaces in pain as his interrogator grabs him by the face. The sharp pain surging through Wedge’s face makes his jolt and wriggle. His jaw had to be fractured, anyone's would be after the amount of hits he took. Looking up at the interrogator, Wedge’s tired eyes look upon the man. One side of his face horribly scarred from his left eye down to his lower jaw. His head was wrapped in white cloth and carefully wrapped to cover his neck, leaving his head to be exposed. However, the armor he sports was a composite. Some parts Maladorian, some parts Empire some parts from anywhere.

But his long nose rifle was pristine and kept in well working order. Only Bounty Hunters took care of their weapon so well, better than their bounties.

“You best tell ME Rebel. I get extra credit for what you can tell me and you’ll be spared torture from the Empire - which is worse than mine. So, let’s get at it, TELL ME…”

Everything goes a blur after a few moments. Feeling the cold floor pressed against his face and blood rushing his mouth, Wedge sees the boot of the interrogator standing before him tap on the floor impatiently. Waiting for something, anything from Wedge to betray his people.

Suddenly a mechanical ‘whoosh’ sound fills the room. Cold sterile air rushes against his sore back.

“Enough Bounty Hunter Scum!” says the clear mechanical voice.

Wedge didn’t need to move to identify who was speaking. Only Stormtroopers sounded so cold and sterile. Their crisp radiolike voices through the helmet vibrated off the walls. Cold air rushed in, clearing stink of Wedge’s old blood and sweat out the room.

“Name’s Dengar, buckethead!” The Bounty Hunter retorts, “If ya give me a sec, i’ll git’em talkin’.”

“He’s coming with us. Darth Locke will take him to Vader.” The Trooper informs him, “Than you’ll get your payment from my Commanding Officer.”



Whispers had spoke of a ‘Darth Locke’, but only whispers. Rumors said she was a refugee human. Some said her abilities rivaled that of Darth Vader. A ‘Mind Witch’, many called her, one that could pierce into anyone’s thoughts and leave them empty and mad.

However, Wedge’s one good eyes view became filled by the Bounty Hunter kneeling down to him with a scowl, “Shoulda just tol’ me Reb.” he says, “You’re loss.” he adds, standing up.

Wedge lets out a sigh of relief, contented to be spared a further beating, but concern about his immediate future fills his stomach with uncertain dread.

Within moments, everything blurs. Feeling himself pulled up to his feet, strength and power flee his legs, Wedge is pulled along helplessly. Dipping in and out of consciousness momentarily Wedge feels his feet drag against the glossy black metal floor. His hazy dark reflection beneath his feet moves quickly.

Wedge rouses himself up again, the pain on the side of his face greeting him awake. The collective sound of marching boots fills Wedge’s ears. He catches sight of something familiar, a helmet, his helmet with a splatter of blood on the side in the grip of a Stormtrooper ahead of him. A fleeting memory of Dengar hitting him with it skitters across his mind.

Wedge looks at the firm gloved hand gripping his upper arm. He was being held by two troopers, one on his right, another on his left. Lifting his bruised face to the stormtrooper on his left, Wedge stares into the two black lenses of the trooper.

“Keep your eyes on me two more seconds…” says the Stormtrooper, “...and you won’t have an eye to look at, Rebel Scum.” he they approach a black elevator door.

“He may not have eyes after Vader’s done with’em.” comments a Trooper.

“Cut the chit chat, hit the elevator.” advises the lead Trooper.

The comment cuts Wedge to his soul, his stomach bottoming out at the thought of seeing the fabled Sith Lord. The elevator doors splits open, exposing the bright sunlight filling the large glass elevator. He had forgotten, he had crashed on a planet. Then captured. It was all to hazy to recall. Too much pain. Too much thirst.

Suddenly Wedge is thrown forward. Uncontrollably, Wedge stumbles forward and rolls long the slick floor until he hits glass wall of the elevator. Groaning in pain, Wedge pushes back against the floor, propping himself up against the glass wall as the stormtroopers enter the elevator. Laughing at him, two more troopers enter the elevator. All of them, look down at Wedge like a pack of Loth-Cats playing with a field mouse before the kill.

“Where’d you get this runt?”

“Rebel Scum wandered too close to a Kree Outpost bordering the Outer Rim Territories. Funny, Rebels try to surveillance what we’re surveillancing.” replies another.

Wedge groans in pain as another StormTrooper pushes him over with his foot, “Look at him, glad I have filters in this mask, he must smell horrible. He talk yet?”

“He will once he gets to Vader.” comments one.


Turning around, the Stormtroopers watch as another Trooper holds out his hand, running for the the doors before the close.

“Sorry. In a rush.” says the Trooper, hitting the button quickly for the doors to close. They descend. The five Stormtroopers look at Wedge curled up on the floor in pain.

“Look at him, I say he’ll last may two hours with Vader, at best one.”

“No, Vader will make him stay alive. You don’t die unless you have his permission.”

“Too bad we can’t spare him. What are we? 60 floors up? Would love a good ‘splat’ right about now?”

“Got nothing to say Rebel?” mocks one of the Troopers kicking his leg, “Or you still holding out hope your friends’ll come get you?”

Wedge’s bruised face remains firm as he looks up at the troopers antagonizing him. However, curiously, Wedge notices the last Trooper that ran into the elevator, keeping his attention strictly to the panel of buttons inside the elevator.

“Don’t worry…” The Trooper continues, “...we’ll keep you company.”

“Alright enough…”

The five stormtroopers turn around, noticing the sixth and last Storm Trooper who ran inside, slowly pulling off his helmet to reveal a blond ponytail.

“...I honestly don’t know how you all breath in these things.”


They all stand shocked, now noticing how ill fitting the Stormtrooper armor was worn on the soldier. The young girl looks at them with wide green eyes. Her lips, coated in black lipstick, lifts at its corner for a menacing smirk. Promptly, the girl shimmies in place, shaking off over sized armor that falls to the floor around her feet. The Stormtroopers, rendered speechless. She was the likes of something they never saw. Decked black form-fitting one-piece outfit, a white spider insignia decorates the center of her torso with the white spider arms running down her slender arms, coating her hand white. Slapping on her domino mask, gold lenses slide over her green eyes.

The young girl, looks at Wedge on the floor as hope lights his bruised face.

“Hey Buddy...” the young girl says to Wedge, “...don’t worry, I got this.” she says reassuringly.

Drawing a deep breath, Spider-girl focuses on the five Stormtroopers facing her. All of them average weight. Average weapons. Cheap armor. Feeling her Spider-senses focus in a specific direction, Spider-girl is unable to help the smirk coming across her face as she focuses on one Stormtrooper, sensing he’ll attack first.

“Now before we do this…” Spider-Girl says, glancing at the elevator saying 45th floor, now 44th, before look at the troopers, “...does anyone want to get out?” she asks sarcastically. Immediately a Stormtrooper pulling out a hilt that extends out a thin six-inch red laser blade.


Reflex takes over. The lead Stormtrooper thrusts the blade at Spider-Girl. Instinctively she side steps the troopers blade, grabs his wrist and twists. The loud sound of snapping bones is drowned out by the Trooper’s scream while Spider-girl swings him around, and punches the trooper in his poorly padded throat, silencing him his screams.

Quickly, Spider-girl’s grabbed and pulled away by the four other troopers. Unable to fight them all, Spider-Girl strains to kick out her leg, hitting her foot against elevator panel. Suddenly, the glass elevator comes to a sudden and screeching stop. Spider-girl’s thrown up against the metal doors of the elevator by the troopers. Kicked in the stomach, Spider-girl holds up her hand, blocking a pistol whip over her head but both her arms are grabbed and pinned up against the wall.

Immediately, a flurry of fists rain down on her at once.

“MAGNA-CUFFS!” shouts a voice.

Her body throbbing, the punches still coming from every side like heavy rain, Spider-girl tries to lift herself up but is met with a firm knee to the stomach, making her bend over and relent. Grabbed by her throat, a Stormtrooper stands in front her, trying to choke her while the other troopers pin her arms and legs against the wall, “YOU’LL DIE HERE REBEL!”

“NO!” Wedge yells but a Trooper kicks him across the face, sending him back.

Seeing Wedge roll over in pain, Spider-girl blue face grimaces in pain as she grinds her teeth in pain, as the trooper with the broken wrist, clamor over the others with a electromagnetic cuff to arrest her.

Feeling a surge of Adrenalin, Spider-girl gasps for but throws her leg up with all her might, kicking the trooper with the cuff in the face and launching him over Wedge. Seeing the trooper hit against the window, Spider-girl pushes off the wall, coughing but knocks the four troopers down and lunges over Wedge, crashing her elbow straight through the fifth Troopers helmet, knocking him out.

“STAY BEHIND ME!” Spider-girl shouts to Wedge, rubbing her sore throat. Seeing a Trooper already swiping at her with a laser blade, Spider-girl ducks under his arm, throws herself into his torso, picks him up and body slams him back down to the floor. Pinning his knife-hand down, Spider-girl pulls off his helmet and bashes it across his face with it just as a rifle comes over her head and presses against her throat, “I GOT HER!” shouts a trooper, pulling her off the trooper.

“SHOOT’ER SHOOT’ER!” yells the trooper.

Gagging for air, Spider-girl sees the two troopers reach for their blasters. Quickly Spider-girl shoots a web to both troopers, gluing their hands to their holsters.

“WHAT IS THIS STUFF!” they shout in disgust, trying to pry off the sticky substance.

Suddenly the rifle presses harder against Spider-girls throat, “YOU'RE GOING DOWN!” shouts the Trooper. Her face turning blue, air restraining, Spider-girl plants both her feet firmly the floor.

“SAHD THA FLY...”gags Spider-girl, leaning forward with the stunned trooper on her back like bookbag, “...TO THA SPIDER!” she gags, jumping straight off the floor like a rocket! Smashing the stormtrooper on her back into the ceiling light fixture, Spider-girl covers her face as the glass shatters. Sparks rain down as they drop to the floor with thud.

Pushing the unconscious trooper off her back, Spidergirl sees two more troopers and hops onto her hands, sweeping her leg across like a break-dancer. Knocking one stormtrooper off his feet, Spider-girl’s stopped as she’s clubbed over the head with the butt of a rifle by the second.. Grinding her teeth in pain, Spider-girl feels her spider-sense heighten at the sound of the troopers high-pitch charge of the rifle and blindly thrusts out her wrist, shooting a glob of over the nozzle.

Seeing Wedge’s pilot helmet on the floor, Spider-girl grabs it, “ENOUGH!” she shouts, blindly swatting backwards, cracking it across the Trooper ‘s face she kicked off his feet, “IS ENOUGH!” she yells, pitching it into the trooper’s face before pries off the webbing!

However the Trooper who had his helmet pulled off by Spider-girl, kicks her across the face, throwing her to her side, “YOU LOSE REBEL!” he shouts, pulling out a small blaster.

Seeing the trooper raise on his knee and aim his blaster at Wedge, Spider-girl throws herself into the trooper, forcing his gun hand up, “I DON'T LOSE!” she shouts, before pulling the trooper's trigger finger and shooting another trooper in the helmet! Trying to pry his hand off the blaster, Spider-girl elbows the trooper in the face but he hits over the head and leans forward, aiming his blaster at Wedge, "ITS OVER!" he shouts

"GET DOWN!" Spider-girl yells, flipping the trooper over onto his back as shots ring out over Wedge. Grabbing the trooper gun hand, Spider-girl kicks and elbows the trooper while forcibly moving his aim away from Wedge and to another trooper clamoring after Wedge, shooting him in the chest!


“BUT YOU'LL BE DEAD!” yells the trooper, grabbing the laser blade off the floor and stabbing it into Spider-girl’s side! Spider-girl’s screams in agony as the trooper kicks her off and onto her belly.

“NO!” Wedge yells, reaching out to her but the Trooper swings his blaster, cracking Wedge across the face. Seeing Spider-girl pull out the laser blade and throw it aside, the trooper quickly kneels on Spider-girl’s back and presses the gun against the back of her head while blood leaks on the floor, “And now we're d-..."

On her belly, Spider-girl quickly punches the blaster nozzle with her left hand while shifting her head! The blasts shoots into the elevator floor beside her ear while Spider-girl shoots a glob of webbing over the Trooper’s eyes from her right wrist!

“ACK!” gags the Trooper, trying to pull the sticky webbing off his face. Her eardrum perforated from the blast, Spider-girl powers through the pain and pushes the trooper off her back! Turning around, Spider-girl shoots a short, taut web line to the Trooper’s chest just as he peels off the webbing off his eyes. Seeing Spider-girl’s bruised face and bloodied side, she bares her bloodied teeth before ripping off her domino mask, her green eyes filled with anger.

“Now...” she pants, "...we're done!" she snarls before yanking him off his feet and hurtling the trooper straight through shot elevator pane glass. Dropping onto her hand knees, Spider-girl watches the trooper crash through the glass wall of the elevator and fall 40 stories down to his death.

Stunned, Wedge is curled up in the corner, looking at Spider-girl laying on her side, clutching bloodied wound amidst the flurry of glass and two dead troopers beside her, “oh man…” she groans, “...that didn’t go the way I thought it would.”

“Y-your Rebellion? Who are you?!”

Trying to catch her breath, Spider-Girl gasps for air, her body taxed and pain streaking up her bloodied right side, “Yeah. I-I’m Ju-Julia.” Spider-Girl pants, staggering up onto her feet, Rebel...exfiltrator.” she sighs.

Tired, Julia leans against the wall. Planting her bloodied hand on the wall, Julia looks at the blood oozing out her side. Suddenly sparks shoot out from between the elevator door. More Troopers trying to weld their way inside. Letting out a tired huff, Spider-girl shakes her head, “I mean like seriously.” she groans.

Closing her eyes in exhaustion, Wedge grabs a blaster and stands in front of her, “I can hold them off so you can get away.”

Julia gives a tired smirk before sprawing a fine mist of webbing over her stab wound, Wedge looks at her, shocked as she grabs the blaster out her hand, “That’s cute.” she pants, forcing herself onto her feet, “But you’re my mission.” she says, before wincing in pain.

Wedge holds her up as Julia’s knees buckle, but she pushes him away, “NO!” she shouts, looking at the sparks shooting out between the doors, “Just tell me you have everything.” she says, “You got the surveillance?”

Wedge grabs his helmet amongst the fallen Stormtroopers. Turning it over, Wedge pulls out the padded lining and reveals a data stick to Spider-girls delight, “The Empire slaughtered a ship full of people. I have footage of it and a possible lead on a survivor.”

Seeing a metal wrench stick into the elevator, Wedge and Julia hear the metal cry of the elevator hinges being forced open, “Save the details for later...” Spider-girl touching her earpiece, This is Spider One, ready for extract.”

“How are we gonna get out of here?” he asks as sparks shower on them.

Spider-girl smirks at him before nodding to the shattered pane glass, “How you think?”

“Oh no no no…” Wedge gasps just as Spider-girl grabs him and throws him out the window.

Leaping out the elevator as the doors open, Spider-girl free-falls. Seeing the city below rapidly approach, Spider-girl shoots out a web, pulls a screaming Wedge to her as they plummet.

“HOLD ON!” she yells. Plummeting down like a missile, Julia and Wedge suddenly see a white ship roar up across the sky and come right them with TIE fighters in hot pursuit.

“THIS GONNA BE TIGHT!” Julia shouts as the Millennium Falcon heads right at them. Quickly Julia shoots out a web line to the ship passing them unusually close. Grabbing firm hold of the web-line, they’re pulled along. Whipping in the wind, Wedge screams at the top of his lungs. Howling wind fills their ears along with the roaring engine of the ship. Lifting her head up, Julia sees their heading to the upper atmosphere.

Suddenly though, she feels a force unclench her hand around the web-line. The familiar feeling relaxes her as she lets go. Swiftly the float the rear of the ship as they ascend. Unable to believe his eyes, Wedge sees the rear of the Millennium Falcon open with Luke Skywalker, holding on to a handle while holding out his hands and his eyes closed.

Using the Force, Luke pulls them into the ship as Chewbacca pushes up the red level, closing the rear doors.

Placing them on the floor, Julia gives him a thumbs up. Smiling, Luke turns around, “HAN WE GOT’EM!” he shouts.

Sitting in his pilot chair, Han smirks, “We better after this crazy idea.” he says while punching in the coordinates and sending the Falcon into Hyperdrive.






To be continued with Chapter 1 - The Mission - Part 1 - The Rebel Alliance & the Rebel

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#9 Posted by silverspidey (103 posts) - - Show Bio

@helloman: Thanks. The next installment will be more action heavy.

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Planet Ergonar
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“This is the Ergonian refugee cruiser Piercer. We are under attack, I repeat, we are under attack! Our planet is under siege and our escaped vessels are being shot down. PLEASE! We are 39 jump points away from Hala! We are not a warcraft. I repeat, this is not a warcraAAACKK.”

Gagging at the built-in wall communicator, the red skinned Ergonian slumps down to his knees. Staring at his chest protruding the tip of a glowing purple energy blade, the alien refugee leans forward as a foot is pressed against his back. Suddenly he feels the sword ripped out his back. A cry of pain forces him to fall onto his back. A puddle of green blood pools under him he gasps for air.

Life was escaping him like smoke from a fire. Every fluttered exhale was struggled attempt to hold on a few moments longer. Yet the body start to shiver from the cold realm of deaths invite. His dying breaths fill his ears like water, muffling everything around him, even the faint screams and cries of voices familiar. Struggling to turn his head to the side, the red skinned humanoid squints his dark eyes at sight of the chaos erupting throughout his ship.

The white armored stormtroopers that poured through the exploded through their hull, scatter about from the opening into their ship like roaches. Decisive and brutal, dozens of red skinned humanoids die hunch over their loved ones in a flurry of blaster fire from the stormtroopers prejudiced slaughter. Grinding his teeth in anger at the sight of the slaughter, the Ergonian clenches his jaw in pain, desperately struggling to stand up despite his wound.

However at that moment, a sudden hard boot presses on his critical chest wound, forcing him onto his back once more. Parting her fine jet black hair away from her face, the Ergonian refugee face pales at the sight of the oriental beauty, Betsy Braddock, standing over him. Decked in her black one-piece body suit with eyes fiery red-rimmed, Betsy’s eyes focus solely on the Ergonian as the cries of pain fade in the backdrop.

“You, show me where’s the rest of the royal family?” she asks.

The Ergonian clenches his jaw and shakes his head, “I will die before I tell you anything witch!”

Letting out a frustrated sight, Psylocke clenches her strong jaw. Her eyes focused on the dying Ergonian, Psylocke simply touch the side of her temple, “Well, we agree on one thing.” she snarls as her eyes glow bright purple.

Immediately the Ergonian bares his teeth in agony as the muscles in his mind tighten. What feels like thousands of hot needles piercing his through his brain all at once causes the Egonian to scream out all at once.

Grabbing both sides of his head, the Ergonian screams out as green blood pours out his ears.

Psylocke angrily balls a fist, hearing the Ergonian squeal as she slices through his thoughts, “That’s it, that’s it, give it to me…”

Suddenly Psylocke pauses, feeling the hidden thought the Ergonian struggles to forget like a throbbing heart in someone's chest.

“NO! NOOOO!!” the Ergonian cries out.

Glancing down at the Ergonian, Psylocke smirks, releasing her telepathic hold on him. “Thank you, for your usefulness.” she says, before plafullying swiping her finger across the air and telekinetically breaking the Ergonian’s neck.

Turning aside from the body, Psylocke looks at the sea of Stormtroopers shooting down Ergonian’s struggling to flee or fight back. Closing her eyes, Psylocke tilts her head to the side, tuning out the screams and ambient noise, sifting through all the mind's on the ship.

Then it comes. The fear. The anxiety. The connection she was looking for, Psylocke smirks.

“GLAKTU!.” she hollers. Opening her eyes Psylocke looks ahead with determination, “GET UP!” she demands

Instantly all the stormtroopers cease their fire. Stunned, the few remaining Ergonian’s, watch as the stormtroopers remain frozen in place like statues before all turning to one red skinned humanoid dressed in rags, hiding behind the body of a female Ergonian clothed in white robes.

Glaring at the him, Psylocke points at him, “King Glaktu. You're a slippery one. We descend on your Kingdom like locust, have burned your icy marble of a planet. Annihilated your whole government but you still live. Well bravo at lasting this long." she says, gesturing for him to rise, “Perhaps we can discuss your underground catacomb system after we have a little, 'chat'.”

“Chat?!” The King bellows in his gravelly voice, “I have talked with your so-called ‘Galactic Empire’ Emissary. And i’ll tell you the same thing I told them, you can't attack us! Its suicide! The Ergonian Kingdom is under protection by the BADOON DYNASTY YOU VAGRANT!” he shouts.

"The Badoon Brotherhood to be specific.” Psylocke corrects, “Which, Darth Void just razed the entire Kingdom and pitched them into the nearest Sun. Fortunately, the Badoon Sisterhood, which was quite welcoming to see, are logically forfeited any protections the Brotherhood have promised in interest of keeping a central government. You belong to the Empire now. Thus you will not address me as a Vagrant, but by my name I have earned.” she says.

Glaktu chiseled face washes over with fear as Psylocke steps closer. Watching the red skinned humanoid clench his jaw, Psylocke gently raises her finger, telekinetically lifting Glaktu off his feet. Helpless, Glaktu gulps as Psylocke narrows her mascara heavy soulless eyes.

“DARTH Locke!” Psylocke exclaims she says, gesturing to her finger to the left. Suddenly Glaktu is hurdled through the air slammed up against the metal wall of the ships hull, , “And we need to have a conversation!” she finishes. Immediately Glaktu whines in pain his body is pressed against the metal wall with mounting pressure. Stalking towards him, stepping over the bodies in her path, Psylocke points at him.

“Empire Probes picked up some of your, ‘people’ looking at our Super Secret Mining facility near the Clench Worlds.” Psylocke states, “For your protection, I need to have whatever Intel you gathered and I need guarantees they weren't circulated.” she demands.

Grinding his teeth, barely able to move from Psylocke's tight telekinetic hold, Glaktu face strains in great pain as he struggles to get out his words, “W-we do-nnnot haaavv…”

“Let’s try this again…” Psylocke growls, gesturing her finger to the ceiling.

Suddenly Glaktu is shot up off the wall and slammed up against to the ceiling with a tremble. All the Ergonians in the room to scream at once, watching their King grind his teeth in pain. Tilting her head at him, Psylocke narrows her eyes at the King, "I want you to know this can get VERY bad for you." she says, as random objects fly from around the room and stab into the ceiling, milimeters from Glaktu's face.

"But I am under STRICT orders not to harm you physically or mentally in anyway.” Psylocke explains, but points to the crowd, “But everyone else…” she pauses, looking upon the crowd of Ergonians held at blaster point, “..well, everyone's gotta die some time.” she spits, glancing at a Storm trooper.

Glaktu becomes fearful, seeing Psylocke evident mental control over the storm trooper with a swiftness.

“What are you doing! Stop this!” Glaktu pleads, “I do not have what you are looking for!”

Psylocke cuts a glance at Glaktu, holding her finger to her mouth, “ pleading yet." she says.

Quickly the stormtrooper makes a swift hand signal to the rest regiment. At that moment, all the Ergonian younglings are pulled away from the screaming hands of the Ergonian females.

“STOP THIS THIS! STOP!!” Glaktu shouts.

"I'm sorry I can't...” Psylocke states as Storm Troopers gather all the younglings to her in formed line up, “ started this when you let your backwater, dirt hole of Kingdom refuse to dealing with the Skrull or the Kree Empires and only the Shi’Ar who aren’t as, shall we say, flexible when it comes to the Galactic Empire.” she states.


“So it makes me wonder…” Psylocke continues, “...if the Badoon politically deal exclusively with the Shi’Ar, and your under the Badoon jurisdiction, wouldn’t you share what you have with the Badoon, who would turn it over to the Shi’Ar, thus making a stronger alliance?” she asks, angling her face towards Glaktu on the ceiling, “But if the Badoon Empire is destroyed, your treaty void...” she says, “...then that means you have a decision to make, King Glaktu. Tell me what I want to know, or I start ripping through every younglings mind to find what I'm looking for, then move on to everyone else.”

“You think you can bully me into submission by fear.” Glaktu replies, “I AM KING GLAKTU. ITS MY DUTY…”

“TO SERVE YOUR PEOPLE!" Psylocke loudly interrupts, “But you can’t serve them, if they’re all brain dead. Unless you want to be a King of the Dead, which i'm happy to oblige if that's the case.” she flatly threatens.

Psylocke eyes shift to to a crimson red skinned youngling with big blue eyes, clutched by his mother.

“Don't think I have guilt over doing this.” Psylocke snarls, placing her hand on the crying child's head as she looks at Glaktu “The Emperor showed me how to embrace my darkness for a purpose. And right now, you’re getting in the way of that ideal and I have no qualms over my actions.”

“DON’T TOUCH HIM!” Glaktu shouts.

Psylocke narrows her eyes at the boy before looking back at Glaktu, still telekinetically held up against the ceiling. The sound of multiple high pitch charges from the storm troopers blasters fills their ears as Psylocke eyes glow bright purple, "No." she replies.


“My my, I can already see when he was four years old, interesting, how your planet looked.” Psylocke she says as the youngling screams.

Grinding his eyes, Glaktu shakes his head as the child's screams grow louder and louder.

"Stop this...I SAID STOP!"

Psylocke's eyes return to normal as she looks to Glaktu, "I'll stop when I have a REASON to stop! But i'm getting bored of this youngling." she says in huff of frustration.

Psylocke raises her arm and clenches her fist. Immediately a bright telekinetic knife comprised of purple light constitutes over her fist as Psylocke looks at the youngling, “Perhaps I should dispose of this one and find one more interesting, What do think, O'King Glaktu!" she says, her arm poised over the youngling like a guillotine.


Dissolving the Psy-Knife, Psylocke drops her hand to her side, making King Glaktu fall from the ceiling to the metal grate floor with a ‘thud’.

“My chambers, down the corridor, behind the plasma image.” Glaktu says.

Psylocke looks at the Stormtroopers and nods, "GL One Forty Eight, check it!" she orders the Trooper.

Groaning on the metal floor, Glaktu looks up at the Psylocke staring down at him as the Stormtroopers run past her.

“The Empire thanks you for your cooperation.” Psylocke says, “You’ll be transported to Mustafar for processing.” she adds, pressing the communicator in her ear, "Lord Vader I am on the Shuttle, I have the King and I should have the Intel shortly."

Rubbing his neck, Glaktu gasps for air as Storm Troopers rush over and grab him by his arms, lifting him up onto his knees while placing a blaster against the base of his skull, “I hope my eyes live long enough to see you pay for this!” Glaktu pits.

“Tell me that after you return from Mustafar." Psylocke smirks.

“Darth Locke!” calls out a Stormtrooper.

Immediately Psylocke eyes snap to a Stormtrooper running over to her in haste.

“What is it Trooper?"

Standing before her, the Stormtrooper looks at Glaktu’s once angry and resolute red-skin face, now soften to a panic-stricken demeanor, “Vault was already opened and empty. Troopers on the lower level found an escaped shuttle too.”

Closing her eyes in frustration, Psylocke lets out a steady breath, rubbing the bridge of her nose, “Well that's unfortunate.” she sighs, resting her eyes on Glaktu’s resolute face.

“We are all prepared to die…” Glaktu says, “...we do not fear you!”

Looking around, Psylocke shakes her head, “You wanna die, fine, but I don't need your fear" she says before turning to the troopers, "TURN THIS BUCKET AROUND! SET COURSE FOR SHi'AR SPACE IMMEDIATELY!" she orders.

“Ma’am?” says the Storm Trooper.

Psylocke narrows her eyes at Glaktu, “I just need you to be useful.” she says before turning to the storm troopers, “SWITCH BLASTERS TO KREE ROUNDS! KILL EVERY LAST SOUL ON THIS SHIP AND GET ME A TRACE ON THAT ESCAPE POD!” she orders.

As soon as she speaks, Glaku covers his head dropping onto his face as screams and blaster fire erupt. However, Glaktu feels Psylocke’s overwhelming telekinetic hold seize his body. Forced to sit up, Glaktu sees Psylocke standing over him, holding her hand out with purple light swirling around her hand as green blood splatters on her face, “Oh no King you said you're all prepared to die....”

Grinding his teeth, struggling to to resist, King Glaktu screams out loud as his neck is forcibly turned and his eyelids stretched open.

“ lets see how well they die!” she snarls.


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“This is closest rendering we have of our newly expanded universe.” C3PO states. “The Top Sector of space is called, the Empire Galaxy. While the Lower Sector is described as ‘the Known Sector’.

“And the regions with no stars?”

“That is where, prior to the joining of the two universe, what each prospective galaxy would have called their ‘Outer Rim’. Its seems it is quite devoid of life.” answers C3PO.

“Thank you my friend.” says Mon Mothma, placing her hand on the loyal androids cool shoulder. Looking at the crowd around her, Mon Mothma takes a deep breath as she feels everyone’s rapt attention focused to her.

“Our Intelligence gathered Intel that the Empire is striving to develop allies in the new territories.” Mon Mothma declares, “Knowing what Palpatine has done in our galaxy, we have no doubt he will try to replicate what he’s done times past. Coax other kingdoms to ally with him, and then use them as a blunt instrument against his threats - especially us.”

Stepping beside her, General Leia Organa changes the holographic image.

“There’s a silver lining in all of this.” Leia states, “We know for a fact, at least two Kingdom’s refuse to put themselves in a treaty with the Empire. One is The Kree, Homeworld called Hala…” Leia states.

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“...and the other, The Shi’Ar Imperium.” Leia states.

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“Both of these world are powerful to a large degree…”Leia states, “...and refuse any subjugation to another government let alone the Empire. Unfortunately that’s not enough.” she comments, “We need cannot sit by as the the Empire launches what we know is a campaign, and get caught in the middle of it.”

Seeing a fighter in the crowd, Leia points at him, “Go ahead.”

“Do you believe we can really defeat the Empire if they are already trying to get allies and recognition?”

Hearing the mumbling concerns, Leia holds up her hands, “Yes I do.” she says, “We blew one Death Star out the sky once. We saved those “Earthlings’ from destruction. I don’t know about you, but I know our enemy bleeds.” she says, “And I intend to make the Empire bleed more.” she boasts.

“Which is why we gathered you all here today.” interjects Mon Mothma, “The Empire attacked a planet, razed it with their rumored ‘superhuman’ Sith Lord. This isn’t the first time this has happened.” she says, “They are acting stealthily, but boldly, and so can we.”

“What else can we do?” asks a voice.

Leia stands up, “Find survivors.” she answers, “Bring them to the Kree, to the ShiAr. Show them exactly who they shouldn’t be allying themselves with so we gain them as allies and stop this Campaign by the Empire cold in its tracks.”

“At that…” Mon Mothma interjects, “ how our Rebellion will grow substantially. Already with the help of our extraordinary Earthlings, we are in a position to push in this direction, but we need to keep fighting and infiltrating.” she says to the mumbling crowd.

“Hence…” Mothma continues, “...we will start surveillance missions as arranged by General Organa. General Organa will board the Millenium Falcon and lead the Empire Strike Team to hold the fight at or homefront. I will lead a Rebellion Task Force.”

“Names will be called out, your assignments given in person.” Leia exclaims, “This is it my friends, this the moment we’ve been waiting for, now go. Rebel.” she says, standing on her feet, “And May be the force be with you all, always.

To be continued….