So I thought I needed to say this before anyone starts saying, "This isn't Canon at all!" I know it isn't. I thought I would take my own stance from another side of the Rebellion since it's indicated in Star Wars: Rebels, by Mon Mothma that there were multiple rebel cells across the galaxy. I will try my best to not be breaking any initial and set in stone lore as best as I can but merely adding a fun, non-canon story to the mix. So without further or do. I introduce to you: The Bigger they are, The harder they fall Chapter 1
Destruction. Destruction was all that radiated around the scorched planet now. Once a small rebel cell base had been now turned into ashes by Thrawn's personal, favorite agent to send on theses types of missions. He always got results in one way or another and had no remorse for how he achieved it. He had been sent to the planet known as Felucia to destroy a reported Rebel cell on the flora planet.
As the two individuals stood on the scorched ground that was the planet of Felucia, there stood the red Twi'lek Jedi Knight and an Imperial faces makeuped with dirt and scum as blaster fire danced across the burning inferno and spaceships dragged across the greeny atmosphere that is Felucia. As the two looked at eachother, not making a move and watching the other one.
The red Twi'lek had red spots that were darker than the general colour of red that shaded her that somewhat resemble almost Tribal marks but were just the coloration of her skin. Her gleaming and bright purple eyes peered into the agent's bluerer eye colour. Her leathery jedi robe that hung onto her slim but fit form with a royal blue shirt in the center that parted that initial black leathery vest. She also was dressed in a black leathery skirt with a royal blue aspect that made the outfit look like one piece. Holding it up was a bejewelled brown belt with a sapphire as its jewel. To end off her outfit was black leather combat boots that were messily laced into knots to keep them in place.
Now the agent wasn't your typically agent. He wore a black leather imperial branded jacket with a grey imperial officer's outfit underneath it. On his shoulders were black metallic-like shoulder pads that hung to his shoulders fittingly. His clearly younger face had ice-cold blue eyes peered into hers and with a devilish smile. For his almost pitch black hair, he preferred a comb over style and stood at about 187 cm ( 6'2 ) while his enemy stood at about 177 cm ( 5'10 ). This really brought out his pale white skin that was cleared scarred from all the wars he had endured. He also wore black imperial boots that would finish up the outfit and made him look all the more intimidating.
"So when are you pesky rebels just going to stop this pointless rebellion and come quietly," the Imperial agent unsheathing vibrosword and picking his words, "or am I going to have to put a stop it it myself?" He clearly had a strong and booming voice that had a slight tint of an accent ( British ) and commanded attention.
The Twi'lek watched his actions carefully and cautiously. This man was known as Grand Admiral Thrawn's protege and he certainly was proving it so far: Ruthless, Manipulative, and Unorthodox, he got results and they were sure of it.
"If you think we are going to stop fighting for the freedom and liberty of the people Riser," Unsheathing her lightsaber and igniting it in one swift motion and continuing with, "then let me just be the first to say that I would rather die here on this scorched planet than ever come 'quietly' to. you!" With her voice being more masculine but also feminine and had a typical defiant attitude that dressed her voice.
The white saber glowing and hummed with excitement and the two once again initiated into a staring contest before the Twi'lek took the first initiative by force jumping into the air and then propelling herself forcefully at Riser, attacking with her lightsaber in an overhead downwards strike at him. Riser quickly repelled the attack by bring up his vibrosword in a sideways position before clenching his fists and grounding himself in antipactication as the saber soon connected with his sword and caused him to slide back a bit but not falter in his stance. The Twi'lek quickly went onto the offensive by delivering strikes and caused Riser to stay on the defensive for awhile. They continued for awhile until it ended off with the Twi'lek making a mistake by striking with an overhead motion while flowing through it to the sides which left her right guard open for Riser to duck then easily follow through with a right handed punch to her gut. The Twi'lek stumbled back a bit as for she was completely surprised by this attack but following after with Riser's vibrosword cutting deep into her dominant arm which instinctively made her drop her saber and recoil in pain as warm blood pooled in the wound, slid down her left arm and dripping off her elbow. She clutched her shoulder as she faced him with a face masked by courage and steadhardiness but was secretly, very much afraid. It was the first time she had been bested by someone who was not a force wielder.
She was as soon as she took into the situation and knew she had to retreat, was surprised by Riser again. He sidekicked her into the stomach and then proceeded to slash down, connecting with bone and muscle as it connected with her right hand. She felt her right hand no longer clutching at her left shoulder and quickly realized that it was completely gone now. She screamed in agony and pain as blood quickly poured out of where her right hand should be. The Twi'lek immediately collapsed to her knees onto the muddy ground as she cried tears of agony as blood continuously poured out from her missing right hand.
Seconds that felt like an entirety passed her as he drew closer to her and held his vibrosword at that nook of her neck now.
"So what was that Twi'lek? You rather die here on this decimated planet than in a Imperial prison," he chuckled awhile before continuing, "Well, so be it Jedi or should I call you by your actual full-name and title: Tania Windwalker, Jedi Knight of the now deceased Jedi Order."
Tania spat in his face and proceeded to pant, "Yea that's what I said, didn't I? Or is all this fighting rushing to your head and destroying your brainwash programming?"
She grinned at him with courage because she wouldn't let him get the last laugh by having her be scared.
Although her death wouldn't be at his hands today, well probably not today. As he brought his vibrosword up and was about to proceed to decapitate her, a black and silvery VCX-100 light freighter passed overhead and near the two combatants. Laser fire blasted at the two as jumped back quickly to avoid the deadly lasers.
It landed quickly near Tania and as the entrance ramp to the ship dropped, a bronze Trandoshan with one knee on the floor with his IQA-11 Blaster Sniper Rifle and took potshots at the Imperial agent. He was dressed in his old bounty hunter's apparel, which resembled a black shirt with medium-long sleeves and had a white tactical over-vest that had terminal detonators attached to them and an extra pistol. He also had the same colored cargo pants that cuffed at his ankles with his old but strong trandoshan left foot pointing towards the two combatants and his right foot angled back with the palm facing the back. Age riddled his red eyes and face as he had one eye closed and the other right up to the scope of sniper.
"Hurry up Ringer 3! We have been waiting for you to be done with thisssssss Imperial sssssscum," hissed the old Trandoshan. He quickly realized her state and shouted, "Code Black! Ringer 1, we got a Code Black!"
The man said to be Ringer 1 came out the ship and saw Tania's physical state. He was dressed in black overtunic and brown undertunic but didn't have the typically jedi outer robes but had a noticeable robotic looking right hand that glowed orange. Although with his brown undertunic had a hood that concealed his face as he planted his feet onto the muddy and scorched ground of Felucia. The man was clearing human but something about his stance and walk held a certain type of respect and wisdom with each step. He drew his lightsaber that glowed a bright yellowish orange colour and took Tania's left hand and helped her up to her feet and protected her as she walked in pain towards the ramp of the black freighter. He would deflected with ease the stray blaster fire that would across his path, continued until Tania finally made it to a safe point inside the ship and the ramp closed and lifted off.
"Hailey! We need you now!" the voice that came from the man was much older and grizzled like a war veteran. He drew back his hood and it revealed a bald caucasian head with golden eyes and wrinkles that had seen numerous wars.
A smaller human appeared at the top of the loading bay of the ship. She was dressed in a huge royal looking white and blue outer robe that hid a black and bluish purple leathery, form fitting outfit. Although something was different in this human that in that her eyes were covered with a bandage that didn't seem to be covering a scar or wound but as if she was blind. Her short brown hair was revealed when she withdrew her outer hood back to get a better 'view' of the situation. She looked down at Tania and took a second to realize that she was in immense pain. She quickly made haste down the ladder with her dark blue boots with metallic laces clanging the ladder steps and her bo-rifle rattling on back, as she, on the second step, jumped and made her way towards Tania. Her hands glowed a friendly bright green as the force enveloped around Tania's bleeding shoulder and in no time, did the bleeding come to a stop and then proceeded to work on her stump where her right hand should be.
"Isslarok, inform Ulysses we need to get the hell out of here, now!" The old jedi informed the old Trandoshan. The Trandoshan nodded his head before quickly escalating the ladder as best as an old Trandoshan can and making his way through the freighter. When he reached the cockpit of the freighter, he leaned over the pilot's seat, where an Ugnaught sat, piloting the ship.
"Ulyssssesssss, Karusssss ssssaid hurry up!" Isslarok hissed.
"I am trying my best but these wannabe clones are tough to evade especially with all the AT-ST blaster fire" snorted Ulysses.
"Well your besssst isssss not getting ussssss anywhere right now and unlessssss we want to be ssssshot down, then try harder dammit!" Isslarok hissed.
"Maybe if you *snort snort* stop dragging your ssssssss's I could concentrate!"
Isslarok looked at the old and bald Ugnaught with annoyance and rolled his eyes because he didn't have time for the humanoid pig's snide remark at his command. He made his way to the center of the ship which was a small area with Pazaak table in a corner and a trash compactor in front of it a few meters away. He found the ladder up to the modified top turret that allowed for there to be twin gunners. He found a HK-77 assassin droid manning the top guns.
"Master, I have been killing the meatbags with an efficiency rating of 87.89% and plan to push that to a 100% efficiency rating before we leave this mud pit."
"Good job Heat! At leassst I know I can count on you." said Isslarok before climbing back down, opening the hatch directly under the suspended ladder leading to the top guns, finding himself in the underbelly turret gun and quickly asserting himself into position and firing at hostiles.
As the ship took off into orbit, Riser look as the freighter known as the Black Pearl, sored into deep space and that's when the rebel A-wing fighters took their retreat, following the freighter to ensure its safety. The agent sheathed his vibrosword and picked up the hand that was once attached to Tania and inspected it before shaking his head as he sighed.
He pulled out his imperial communicator and contacted Thrawn. The following conversation ensued.
"Thrawn, I am unfortunate to deliver the news that the Rebel cell known as the Freedom Ringers has escaped."
The blue chiss humanoid being sighed with annoyance as he spoke, "Head Agent Riser Mack, You already know that I don't accept failure under my command, but I can sense that you have some good news to me, little and minor it is, but good news nonetheless."
Riser took a deep breath before proceeding, "Yes I have mortally wounded the Jedi Knight and traitor known as Tania Windwalker," as he brought the dismembered red twi'lek hand to Thrawn's view.
Thrawn's face seemed more contempt now when he saw this and spoke with little emotion, "I see, that is good news but not anything, monumental. Nonetheless, it is good news so you will not, of course, be punished but know that if these are the results I keep getting, that you'll be getting a personal visit from the emperor so that he can set you straight. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes Grand Admiral, I hear you loud and clear, I will report back to you in person for a full mission debriefing." Riser responded, disappointedly.
As the comm link closed and Riser threw the dismembered hand of Tania, he embarked back to his personal TIE bomber before heading back to his personal Imperial Star Destroyer.
Well, well, well. That was Chapter one of my newest story. I hope you enjoyed it! Now I really need your feedback for this if you want more. As much as I love improving my writing and trying to write interesting and fun stories, feedback is what you'll keep me going! So If you read until the end, please leave a comment, follow this story or like it so I know you guys want more of TBTA,THTF ( The bigger they are, The Harder they fall ). Anyways I hope you guys have a good rest of your night, day, or evening
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