AN: So, if you have read any of my other 3 stories, I know. Another story? What the hell!? Well, this one I intend on finishing. And then? I'll have a poll. But that doesn't matter right now. I do not own any characters but my OCs and any I may accept in the future, which will be posted at the end of each chapter. All rights go to (Regrettably) Disney and Bioware.

I ran my hand through my short messy hair, wondering why I was even bothering trying to pull this off. Ah, thats right. The smuggler I was trying to break out of an imperial prison said he had information. Now normally, I would let the SIS handle this. But this isn't info on imps, no. This is information on a much more personal topic.

Before I should continue, I should introduce myself. My name is Elenis Pova, and I am a Republic commando. I grew up on Hoth. Not a very warm place by any means, but it was my home. You see, I'm a Cathar. Our true homeworld was ransacked by the Mandolorians during their little war, and when that happened, a clan of Cathar from the north fled to Hoth.

Thirteen years ago, a clan of Mandolorians decided they weren't done with us. They raided our village and killed many of us, taking some as slaves. Those that escaped, me included, ended up scattered. I hear one of us even became a general for the republic. But anyways, our village was full of pure white c\Cathars. Most of us had markings, too, but there were a few that didn't.

I made it my personal mission to find any of my friends and family that survived that day. And that brings us to where we are now. With me about to break in and out of an imperial prison on Balmorra. Normally, I don't trust smugglers. But this one, he's the guy that got me off Hoth and away from the Mandos. So he at least knows what happened. So I trust him. I look to my right, and then to my left. Beside me are my friends and squad-mates Aric Jorgan and Elara Dorne. "Are you guys ready?" I ask.

Jorgan nods and Dorne responds with "Yes sir"

"Then let's go" I heft my RH-34 assault cannon up and stealthily move to the outer wall of the prison. "Remember, he's in cell 1-3A, alright?" They both nod, and I plant an explosive charge on the outer wall. Arming the charge, I turn and run. "Move it!"

I dive onto the ground as the charge…. does nothing. "Well shit." I start to stand up when the charge goes of, letting out a tremendous BOOM! and I get knocked to the ground. :There we go. Lets get in there!" I shout as Imps start pouring out of their new door. I heft my cannon up and begin to unload, Jorgan and Dorne following enough, all the imps brave enough to poke their heads out are down, and we begin to approach the hole.

We pass through the hole and I blink at the lack of Imps. "We didn't kill that many, did we?" Dorne asks. I shake my head and cautiously open the door to cell block 1.

"Remember, Cell 3 B. He's gonna be on the upper rows. And let out any fellow Republic citizens you see. That's the only condition that Garza gave us."

They both nod their acknowledgement,and begin searching the room for our smuggler friend.

"Up here. El." I glance up at the voice. There he is. Leaning against the wall of his cell, the smuggler waves.

"I'm surprised they let you keep your armor." I state, motioning toward his armor-clad body"

"Surprised me too, sweetie. I guess the Imps don't think I'm really a threat." he says.

I glare at him."If you want to get out of that cell, I suggest you stop yourself from calling me things like that, kay?" I tell him.

"Whatever you say, El. Now, can you get me out of here before more Imperials show up?"

I walk up to his cell and punch in a few numbers, and the energy shield hisses as it shuts down "Let's move."

AN: So, there is the first chapter. I will post (Hopefully) one a week, maybe more. OCs featured-

Elenis, a white Cathar with many markings covering her entire light blue eyes and short, messy black hair. Weilds an RH-34 Assault Cannon

Unnamed Smuggler