A/N: for those of you who don't remember, Fordo is the ACR captain from the Star Wars: Clone Wars series. The one with red armor and two blaster pistols. Fordo was a cool character, but not much was known about his personnel viewpoint about the war or his life after the war. This fanfiction intends to rectify that. This chapter occurs around 15 B.B.Y. (AKA 4 years after the conclusion of the Clone Wars). I looked around on Wookiepedia but couldn't find an official date, so for the purposes of this story, the Alliance to Restore the Republic (the Rebel Alliance) already exists.

I hurried down the dark, empty streets. I stuck to the shadows. On Bellassa, Imperial curfew starts at 7:00 PM, and it was currently 1:13. I had to avoid the Imperial Stormtroopers posted at every corner, but it wasn't hard. I was used to going unseen if I needed to.

I'd been waiting for this appointment for weeks. Weeks of sneaking around, trying to get into contact with the right people, making sure it wasn't some kind of Imperial trap. In this new world under Imperial reign, paranoia was justified. But I was right, and tonight was the real deal, it would all be worth it.

As I hurried down the street, I paused as I came across an alleyway. Here. This was the place. I proceeded in cautiously. It was pitch black. I couldn't see a thing. Cautiously, I cupped my hand to the side of my mouth and hooted like a Cooha. A sound that resembled to cooing of a Pylat bird floated back. I had established contact. Now it was time to confirm what I was here for.

"What did one senator whisper to another?" quietly asked a voice in the darkness. Due to my encounter with a few drunken agents, I knew what I said next could mean a couple of things. If I said 'I have a bad feeling about this', it would imply that I was already a member of the resistance and that I was here to deliver information or to hand over smuggled equipment. However, I was here for another reason: to become a member of the Rebel Alliance.

"The Jedi are a true light in these dark times." I replied. I immediately, my comrade lit a match. By the light of the small fire I could see she was a small, somewhat short human female with dark black hair and blue eyes. Despite her somewhat petite appearance, her eyes were narrowed in a severe, serious glare, and her mouth was curved into a harsh, unsympathetic frown. This woman clearly meant business.

"Take off your hood. Now." She demanded. I hesitated. I was wearing civilian clothing and a grey cloak designed to hide my head. My plan had been to win her trust and then show my face. If she saw it from the start, she would instantly distrust me. But if I didn't, she would probably stun me and walk away. Which was not what I had in mind.

Reluctantly, I lowered my hood. The woman gasped. I wasn't surprised. After all, everyone knew the face of a clone trooper. Then the woman started to laugh.

"Is this some kind of a joke? Does them Empire really think I'm going to fall for this? I know your face. I know your kind. I know where your loyalties lie. Surely, they don't think I'd believe you." She laughed again. But I could already see that see was trying to edge around me, getting ready to run. Before she could escape, I grabbed her arm and slammed her into the wall. But before I could say anything, she rammed her knee into a place men don't generally don't like to be kicked. Any normal man would have doubled over from the pain. But I was not a normal man. Part of my training had been learning how to deal with pain. I'm proud to say I didn't even flinch.

"Will you listen!? I'm on your side!" I hissed. The female struggled for a bit, then stopped. Still holding her arm, I walked us over to the end of the alleyway and sat down.

"Let me tell you a story…"