DISORDER! After the destruction of The Death Star, the Empire struggles to maintain order throughout the galaxy. Worried that their defeat might bring a spark of hope for the Rebel Alliance, Darth Vader has order any and all Rebel sympathizers to be rounded up and eliminated in order to prevent anymore uprisings.

During this time, Princess Leia has ordered all of her remaining Rebel cells to attack as many Imperial Star Destroyers as possible; in the hope of finding any valuable information to aid their ongoing fight against the Empire. Little do they know, the Empire will not give up so easily...

Emilie's heart was beating rapidly, her eyes filled with her own sweat. She had no idea how long they been running. All she knew was that time was running out.

"So how long did you say this knockout gas was going to last?" Jonathan Pax shouted. Jonathan was Emilie's captain. He wasn't the kindest man nor was he a forgiving one. He was tall compared to her. He had short smooth blown hair and his eyes the same color. His body was covered with five noticeable scars. Two on his back and two on his chest. The last scar was found on his face. It was a relatively small scar to say the least. Nothing special just a small line across his left cheek. To Emilie, Jonathan just seemed to look like a regular man. Someone struggling to live in a world ruled by an Empire.

"About twenty minutes?" She said. Her heart didn't feel like it could last another minute but she knew she couldn't stop running. It wasn't going to be long before the effect of the gas start to wear off. Lucky for them she studied the layout of the ship hundreds of times before coming onboard. She knew that just around the corner was the docking bay.

"And how long has it been?" He said. His eyes focused on Emilie's old busted up watch.

"Around... Nineteen minutes," she tapped her watch a few times. "I think?" She said trying to catch her breath.

Jonathan's eyes filled up with anger. "You think!" He muttered the words, barely understandable with his gas mask on. "What do you mean, you think!"

"Just drop it, ok!" Cora Pax said to Jonathan. Cora was Jonathan's younger sister. She was only twenty years old. A hole 3 years younger then Emilie, but somehow she was still more experience then her in just about everything. Well, everything except being an expert mechanic. That title was still being hold by her. "She did her part, it's not her fault we took to long to get out of the bridge," she said without losing a breath.

It always amazed her seeing just how agile Cora was. She was fast and showed immense strength even though she looked like a regular girl. She had dark brown hair, just like her brother but unlike him, she didn't seem to have any scars around her body. Well except the one on her hand. Emilie thought. Emilie had just assumed Jonathan took good care of his sister.

Another difference between Cora and Jonathan were their personalities. Jonathan was strict, like any leader would be, but Cora was different. She was a bit more forgiving but she was also more quiet, something that her and Emilie had in common. But something about her being on this mission seemed to have contradict everything she knew about Jonathan.

Emilie could see Cora's eye shift towards her, "How far is it until we reach the docking bay?" She said.

"Not much just around this—", before Emilie could understand what had happened it was already to late. She was already on the ground before she knew it. Her foot stuck in the grips of a recently awake stormtrooper. Emilie tried her hardest to brake free from his grip but there was no hope of her escaping him.

"Hey! Where do you think you're going?" The stormtrooper screamed. He struggled to keep Emilie down with his right hand while trying to communicate to the others with his left hand. "All unites, we have intruders in sector... Ah!"

A shot filled the hallway as everybody looked around to find the source of the blast. It was Daemora Arekson. "Come on. I bet the whole ship knows we're here." Daemora said while putting her blaster back in its holster.

Emilie didn't know that much about Daemora, the only thing she knew about her was that she was deadly with a blaster. There was no denying how talented she was.

Daemora grabbed Emilie, lifting her up out of the ground, "Where to?"

Emilie dusted herself off, "Just around this corner."

Jonathan approached Emilie, "Can you run?"

"Yeah. I'll live." She paused for a second and took a breath. "I think," she said with a sarcastic tone. The four of them began making their way to the docking bay on the lower levels of the ship. Once they arrived the four of them immediately enter their ship. After they were on board Emilie entered the cockpit, waiting there was Markus Payne.

Out of the four of them Markus was Emilie's closes friend. Before she joined Jonathan's crew, it was just the two of them. She new him for four years now. The two of them met during her earlier days as a mechanic. Although he doesn't know it, Emilie has stronger feelings for him then he knew.

"What the heck is going on?" He said confused by their sudden arrival.

"We took longer than we expected!" Emilie said trying to catch her breath.

"But, didn't you say..."

"I know what I said. Just go!" Emilie said while she sat down next to Markus.

The five of them began making their escape, dodging the incoming fire and avoiding the enemy Tie Fighters. "You said that there was only going to be minimal resistance!" Markus said to Jonathan, while trying to avoid getting them killed. "This is not minimal resistance!" He said while narrowly dodging a missile.

A voice came out from the outside of the cockpit. "Don't worry, they won't be bothering us for long." It was Daemora, she was holding onto one of the chairs, trying not to fall from all the movements the ship was making. "Any second now." She said looking out the window, staring at the Star Destroyer. "Any second now." she said one last time. A bright light filled the deep void of space. Blinding very one for a split second.

The Star Destroyer received critical damage on one of its engines, leaving it unable to move or fire. The crew, now out of harms way, began making their way into hyperspace leaving the defenseless Star Destroyer to drift in space.

"That was too close." Markus said.

"If it wasn't for Daemora, the five of us would be dead." Jonathan added.

Emilie was surprised. When Daemora separated from the group earlier on in the mission, she didn't expect her to plant bombs on the Star-Destroyer's main reactor. If it wasn't for her they would have all been dead.

"Don't think I've forgotten about you." Jonathan said. His eyes were filled with rage. "What the hell was that back there?"

I…um…I…" Emilie tried to explain herself but was frozen with fear. She wanted to answer his question but every time she spoke her words were stuck in her throat.

"Jon let it go!" Cora shouted. "If it wasn't for Emilie we wouldn't be able to get on board in the first place."

Jonathan turned his head towards his sister. "Stay out of this Cora. This doesn't concern you."

"According to Emilie, the gas was suppose to last twenty minutes. It took us twenty-two to get out." Daemora interrupted. "It wasn't her fault."

Emilie was glad she had friends to look out for her but she was wrong. The gas wore off after nineteen minutes. Not ten. Jonathan had every right to be mad at her.

"That's enough!" Jonathan shouted. "I don't care how long we took, nor do I care how long the gas was supposed to last. She told me that gassing the ship was our best choice. And that choice nearly got us all killed. If I hadn't ordered Daemora to plant bombs on the main reactor we would all be dead." Jonathan turned towards Emilie. He looked her directly into her eyes. "I'll decide later what I'm going to do with you. But until then, I don't what you anywhere near me or my sister. Do you understand me."

Emilie understood him all to very well. She wished she would of kept her stupid mouth shut when they decided to plan for this mission.

"Markus. Set the coronets to Dantueen. We'll stop there before joining up with the rest of the fleet." Jonathan said.

Markus didn't say a word. By the look he was giving, he wasn't to happy about Jonathan's attitude towards her. But never the less he still followed his orders.

Jonathan didn't seem to care how the rest of the crew felt. The only thing he did seem to care about more then the mission, was his sister.

A few hours have past since the rebel crew infiltrated his Star Destroyer. Commander Rosh Juall was inpatient, he began walking around the Star Destroyers bridge, cursing to himself for letting his guard down and for allowing any information to be stolen from his vessel. Even if the information was only minor. He knew that failure would most likely get him killed. Instead of contacting Lord Vader, he began searching for any Imperial Officer he could find in the system.

After a few minutes of struggling, a faint signal began appearing. Static was all he could hear, but after a while the static cleared up, "This is Commander Silvia Orden of the Galactic Empire. This is a private channel. Identify yourself immediately!" Although the picture on the monitor wasn't clear enough to show who was on the other side, he knew very well who she was and what it meant for him.

Rosh's throat dried, he squeezed his palms tight. "This is Commander Rosh Juall of the Galactic Empire."

"Commander Juall. And what do I owe the pleasure." She said. How her voice brought chills down his spine.

"Well, I've ran into little bit of a problem."

"Really? And what might that be?" She said.

"Well…a small group of um…Rebels infiltrated my ship and stole some…information."

"Was this information important?"

He looked at the ground "No, not really. But…"

"Have you informed Lord Vader." She interrupted.

"No, I have not." Rosh began sweating as he continued, "I was hoping that maybe you could…Um…deal with the matter. My ship received some damage and I'm currently unable to pursuit." He waited for a while and after what sounded like two small chuckles, she answered.

"So you're asking for a favor, are you not." She said. "Very well then, I will see what I can do."

Rosh, unable to speak manage to muter the words, "Thank you so much, Commander. I'm grateful that you could help."

He stood silently, hoping for that to be the end. But before he cut off his communications, Silvia responded, "Oh and one more thing Commander."

Rosh filled with fear, "Yes?"

"I do hope I could count on your support whenever it may be. We wouldn't want Lord Vader to know about this, now do we?"

"Of course not." He said.

"Good. Send me their last known coordinates and I will see what I can do." She said before cutting the communication.

Rosh grabbed his throat wondering if he made the right direction. Out of all the people, why did it had to be Silvia Orden. She has a strong reputation of using people for her own needs. I just hope it's better the confronting Lord Vader. He thought. He lowered his hand and continued managing his repairs.

After narrowly escaping death, Cora's brother decided to land on a small desolate planet. There, Jon met up with an old friend he knew during his early years as a Rebel soldier. His name was Cal Valhoun, an elderly man, but a wise one at best. Cora knew Jon respected Cal, but other then that, she didn't really know much of how the two met. The only thing Jonathan ever told her was that Cal helped him through a tough time in his life.

The planet was dry and the heat was unforgiving. Cora couldn't imagine how anyone could live in conditions like this. Yet some how Cal and his family found a way to live here. Besides the planet being in the conditions it is, being far away from the Empire reminded Cora of how her life was before she decided to help her brother with the cause.

Cal approached Cora, barely able to walk, needing a walking stick in order to move; not to mention his two grandkids that were always walking beside him. They were there to make sure Cal didn't fall over, of course Cal never liked being escorted, but at the same time he didn't seem to mind.

"My dear, how've you been?" Cal said while looking directly into Cora's eyes. Cal was old, if Cora could guess he looked to be in his late 60's to early 70's. He wore a long robe. By the look of it he seemed to choose comfort over style. Not surprising seeing as he was an elderly man living in a place like this.

"Good. You know the usual." She said while trying to keep a smile on her face.

Cal looked around for a little bit, "And where's your brother, I haven't seen him for quite sometime." He said with a smile.

"Jon, well he's..." Cora looked behind, seeing if she could spot him, "just sorting out something's. You know back in the ship." She pointed behind her, with her thumb.

Cal sighed, "That boy, always working." He said while rolling his eyes.

Cora smiled, "Tell me about it."

Cal began growing a smile across his face. Before Cora knew it, a hand was placed on her shoulder. It was Jon. He was still wearing his old dirty gloves.

"So, what were you two talking about?" He said it sarcastically. "I bet it was about me." He smiled.

The way Jon was gripping Cora's shoulder made her feel very unusual. She saw the way Jon spoke, she could see a pinch of nervousness in his voice. Cal new something about him, something Jon didn't want to share. But what could it be? She thought.

Cal laughed, "Still the same Jonathan from before." He approached Jonathan, putting his hand on his shoulder, "You haven't changed a bit." he said, not losing focus on Jon. He clapped Jon's shoulder one last time before dropping it. He began walking away. "So what brings you here." He said with his back turned. "Surely you didn't come to visit." He said still with his back turned.

Jon became stiff, crossing his arms. "Unfortunately, no I didn't. My ship received some damage. We just needed somewhere to stop for a while, in order to make some repairs." He answered.

"I see. Well, take your time." Cal turned around to face Jon, "If you need any help, my people are here if you need them." Cal said with a smile.

Cora saw the way Cal looked at Jon's eyes. It was the same look Dass gave her. After seeing this she understood what Cal meant to Jon. He was more than just a friend, he was family.

Jon nodded his head, "Thank you so much for your hospitality. I promise we won't take too long."

Cal nodded as he began walking away. The boys standing beside him helped him walk back to his tent.

"You never did tell me how the two of you meet?" Cora asked with her hands crossed.

Jon sighed as he looked back at the ship. "It's a long story." Jonathan looked at the sky, "It's getting dark soon. We should start heading back to the ship."

Cora knew that Jon was trying to avoid telling her. There was no point in arguing with him, so she nodded her head and began walking with him. It was going to be dark soon, but unlike Jon, Cora didn't really mind the night sky. "What will happen to Emilie?" She asked.

Jon took a deep breath before answering. "Look Cora. Right now I don't have the time nor the patience to babysit her. I gave her an opportunity like you said and look what that brought," She didn't like his tone but she let him continue, "I'm telling you that girl has been nothing but problems since the day she joined."

If Jon wasn't her brother she would have made him eat his words. "But it was her first mission. You can't honestly expect perfection from her."

"I'm not expecting perfection. All I expect is for her not to get me killed. I have plenty of people who want me dead as it is."

Cora didn't know if she could get him to change his mind about her. "I understand but can you please just make an exception this one time."

"I have no idea why you're trying so hard to help her out. What do you see in her anyway?" He asked.

"She seems... nice," she answered, "Plus she's the only person we know that's willing to get paid as little as you're paying her." She added.

"The only reason she doesn't question her pay is because of that pilot, Markus. She seems to have a particular fondness over him. And it seems he shares the same feelings towards her."

By the look Jon had it seemed Cora was getting through him. "So are you still going to get rid of her?" She asked.

"Of corse not. If I get rid of Emilie now I run the risk of losing Markus. And at the moment I can't afford to lose my only pilot. So for now I'll let her stay..."

Cora was thrilled to hear that. Even though she didn't like Markus, she was still glad Emilie was going to stay a little bit longer.

"But if something like this happens again, if her actions cause you or anyone else to get injured or worse, she is gone."

"It won't happen again. I know it."

"Then you have nothing to worry about."

Cora was relieved to know that Emilie would be staying a bit longer. She had just started becoming good friends with her these past few weeks. She didn't want to loose her and she was willing to do what ever it took to keep her with them.

"What took you two so long?" Daemora said. She was sitting on a log just outside their ship. She was removing parts of her armor. A pleasant show if she might add but by the look her brother was giving she wasn't the only one enjoying the view.

Her brother moved closer to Daemora. "We spoke with their elder leader. He said we could stay a few more days, if we wish. But I suggest we leave before morning. I don't want to cause the people of this village any more trouble then we already have."

"Well Emilie is just making some last minute repairs. I think we'll be ready by then." Daemora was never the type of person who was afraid to say or do what she wanted. Cora remembered the first day she met the beautiful redhead. She was just a regular security guard in one of the outposts of Lorta. At first she didn't seem like much, but somehow Daemora knew they were transporting illegal weapons out of Lorta at the time. But instead of alerting them to the authorities, she confronted them alone. Cora just assumed she was going to arrest them but she didn't. Unfortunately Cora didn't know that at the time. She remembered aiming her weapon at her when Daemora confronted them, but being the expert shooter Daemora is. She had already shot Cora's blaster out of her hand before she had the chance to aim her weapon. Since then Cora grew a small distaste towards Daemora. To this day she still has the scar on her hand.

But despite Daemora's questionable personality, Cora couldn't help but to admit she was beautiful. Well as beautiful as anyone could get while trying to fight the Empire. Her long flaming red hair draw more attention then it should. Her skin was a light brown color only marked by a small scar on her cheek that extended to her upper lip. And her eye were a lovely hazel-brown, perfect color for a woman like her. But even though her appearance was perfect as it could possibly be, her smell was her biggest flaw. She reeked of sweat and three week old unwashed clothes. Her stench would have scared most men but by the look her brother had, it didn't seemed he mind.

Jon glanced over to Cora before taking a deep breath. "Daemora." He said. "If you see Emilie, tell her I'm not going to get rid off her today."

Daemora didn't say a word. She simply nodded and left to find Emilie.

"Thank you." Cora said.

Jon turned his head towards the other direction. "I didn't do it for you." He said as he walked inside his ship.

A few days past since Jonathan left the planet. The day was bright and beautiful, the sound of children walking around the yard filled the sky. All the men were working on the land and all the women were either making breakfast or sitting outside there house talking about their families. Over all, the day set out to be like all the other days, until...

Out of nowhere the sky became black. The sun was blocked by a strange object. It was hard to make out what it was at first, but after a while the object became clear. A Star Destroyer hovering over the planet. All the families began running to their homes, locking their doors preparing for the worst. We aren't violent people, the most we had for weapons where shovels and pickaxes. I knew there was only one thing to do. Cal thought to himself.

Five ships came out of the Star-Destroyer, landing just outside the village. White figures began running towards them. There where five groups of stormtroopers, all lead by a figure wearing a distinctive armor. Each group had a stormtrooper captain with a distinctive shoulder pad and each group had at least six to seven men; not counting their leader.

The stormtroopers entered the village, knocking on each door and asking politely for each family to step out of their homes. Three would enter their houses, while the rest would organized the families just outside their homes.

One of the stormtrooper approached an Imperial Officer. The officer was a young woman with long braided golden hair, pail skin and deep-blue eyes. The officer was no younger than twenty-five years old. She stood firmly and confidently next to all of her soldiers. There was no doubt this woman was the one in charge. "The area is secure, no sign of any indications of Rebel activity." The stormtrooper said.

The Imperial Officer smiled. She looked around before settling her eyes on Cal. She began walking towards him, her hands behind her back. By her side where two stormtrooper, each one with distinct colors on their shoulder pads. "Good day sir. I'm Commander Silvia Orden of the Galactic Empire." She said with a smile spread across her face. She extended her hand, almost as if she where expecting him to do the same. "This is quite a lovely place you have here, Mister..."

Cal extended his hand as well. He knew that one wrong move could mean life or death. "I'm Cal Valhoun, the leader of this tribe." He said trying to hold his fake smile.

"Nice to meet you Mister Valhoun. Sorry for the intrusion. I didn't mean to scare the little ones like that. It's just a small inspection, my men won't take too long." She said.

"Oh it's quite all right. My people don't mind." Cal began to sweat a little. Lucky for him the day was warm, it didn't seem unnatural for a person to sweat in these conditions. "But if you don't mind me asking. What brings you here today commander?"

Silvia adjusted her hat as she explained. "Well I was doing my regular patrols when one of my probe droids I sent a few days ago picked up somethings very unusual."

His heart began speeding rapidly, Cal thought for sure he was going to die of a heart attack. "Could she have spotted Jonathan? Was the unusual thing Jonathan?" He thought. "And what did you pick up?" He said. Cal feared the worst, "Could she be talking about him?"

"It picked up life in what's suppose to be an uninhabited planet. A day later I sent a scout team to report what the probe had spotted. And that's when I noticed your small village. At first my men thought it was a secret Rebel base, but luckily for you I've decided to come and inspect this village personally. And seeing as my men haven't found any indication of Rebel activity, it looks like my work here is done." Silvia said.

Cal's heart felt like exploding, but he was glad she didn't know about Jonathan.

"But seeing as though this planet is suppose to be uninhabited, but clearly it isn't. I'm afraid I'm going to need to take a little bit more of your time to register you and your people, so this sort of situation doesn't happen again." She explained.

"Of course." Cal answered.

"I don't mean to be rude but do you have somewhere we could speak in private." She looked at him before letting out a big smile.

"Yes I have a cabin right over there." Cal pointed behind her. The cabin was old and a bit worn out. "It's nothing special, but it would give us the privacy we needed."

She looked at the old busted up cabin, "Perfect!" She said before she walked towards the cabin. Silvia entered the cabin, and took a second to look around. "A little bit worn out, but it will do." She took her hat off and sat down. She pointed to a chair, "Come, take a seat please."

Cal's two grandkids helped him to his seat. It took him a while to sit down, but Silvia sat there waiting. "Sorry I took so long. The years have not been kind to me." He laughed, but Silvia still sat there with a smile on here face looking directly at him.

They sat there for a few seconds in silence before she looked at Cal's grandkids. "I thought we were going to have a private conversation." She looked around one more time. "Do you see any of my men here, Mister Valhoun."

"No." Sweat began covering Cal's head.

"I think it would be nice if you could leave your grandkids outside. Until we finish our conversation of course. "

Cal looked at his grandkids, "It's ok. We won't take to long." His two grandkids left the room and as they left they closed the door behind them.

"Now!" She said while removing her gloves. "Where do we began." She looked at her tablet, "Let me see here... Ah yes." She sat perfectly on her chair, "Mister Valhoun, if you could just answer my question as honestly as possible, that would make my job a lot easier." She looked at him with a smile before continuing to write. "How many families live in your village."

"Nine." Cal said, believing that if he did what she said, maybe, just maybe, she would leave and never return.

"I see, and how many people; including yourself of course, live in this village." She said with a the same smile across her face.

"Forty-seven." He answered.

"Oh ok, all I need now is the names of all the families and the number of people living in each one." She said while writing down some notes.

"Well... um, let me see." He thought for a second. "There's my family, the Valhoun's which has six members, including myself." He took another second to think. "There's the Meday's. They only have three members. And then there's the Nevran's, they have five members... No wait, they have six." He began sweating even more.

"It's ok, take your time." She said with a smile on her face.

"Oh I'm sorry, where was I?" He said.

"The Nevran family you said they had six members. Is that correct?"

"Ah yes! Next there's the Altair's, they have four members." Silvia looked at Cal with a strange look in her eye before continuing to write.

A few minutes past. Silvia finished writing the last family on her notes before getting up. She grabbed her hat and gloves. Before she could leave the cabin, Silvia turned around and said, "Oh and one more thing." She said putting on her hat and gloves. "I don't mean to be rude, but I'm obligated to ask. You don't mine, do you."

"Of course not." Cal said.

"Have you, by any chance seen any Rebel soldiers lurking around, have you?"

Cal's heart began to pounded, "No ma'am, I have not."

"You haven't been aiding or helping them, have you?"

"Like I said. I haven't seen nor heard from any Rebels."

"Very well then." Silvia walked outside. The stormtroopers had all the villagers in a single group. They where surrounded by stormtroopers, all with their blasters pointed at them. "I'm going to say this one last time, and if you don't tell me what I need to know. I will order my men to open fire at your pathetic villagers! Now, have you seen or heard from any Rebels?" She pointed at Cal with her black leather gloves.

Cal stood there in silence. Not knowing what to do.

"Pathetic." She said before giving the signal to fire.

Cal fell on both his knees and stood there as all the people he promise to protect where being gunned down like animals. "Why?" He asked in sorrow.

"I told you to be honest with me." She said while showing him a hologram of Jonathan and his men.

As Cal stood there, he could feel a cold metal surface on his head. He closed his eyes as he saw three stormtrooper with flamethrowers approach the dead bodies.