Full Summary: Yes! This is the sequel to Resurgence of an Empire!

One important point that needs to be highlighted, although it is preferable, you do not need to read the prequel to understand the sequel!

A.N. This story is my first sequel to any other fanfic.

Also, this story will be darker than the last, and full of drama!

So be warned…

Enjoy!

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Chapter1- Rebellion!

The blue and green planet stood out in the darkness of space. A Lambda Class shuttle interrupted the silence that reflected its coldness as it carefully approached one of the Empire's horrendous Star Destroyers.

The fleet had surrounded the Earth's atmosphere, monitoring everything leaving or approaching the planet.

The pilots on board performed all the usual procedures. Almost instantly the view screen was filled with the brightly lit hangar that was positioned directly under the bridge of the ship except it was on the side of the towering limb, specifically designed to allow officers to make quick access to the bridge.

The alarms blared, the hangar crew prepared themselves and the greeting party readied themselves for the landing. The transport entered the wide entrance and twisted around as its wings folded up. Finally, the ship settled and the boarding ramp came down as the door opened.

The officer walked along the lines of the storm troopers waiting to greet the guest.

He arrived just in time to see the man in the trench coat, with goggles over his eyes and the wide smile across his face walk down the ramp.

"Commander Wiley," the officer spoke in a nervous tone, but the commander walked past him, quickly the officer caught up with him, "It's such a relief to see you're still alive!"

The commander maintained a straight face as he continued his journey past the greeting party. The officer on the other hand seemed a little short of words.

"I don't know how we'd keep this operation going without you!" the officer sighed.

"You may dispense with the pleasantries. I'm not here to listen to your whining!" The commander stopped and turned to face the officer, "I want to know exactly what happened down there!"

"We're not sure, the rebels struck exactly when the power shortage began. Pure coincidence I'm sure. There's no way anyone could sabotage our facilities from within the camps!"

"From my experiences, captain Portly, There's no such thing as coincidences!" Commander Wiley poked, "This is not the first time those rebels struck at the perfect instance! It seems to me you're not performing at the right level…should I perhaps take this to the higher personnel?"

Captain Portly's face turned pale white, "N…n…no, I'm sure that wouldn't be necessary!"

"I'm glad to see you agree with me, captain." Commander Wiley continued walking to his destination, a door at the end of the hangar, "These rebels have been under estimated and must be dealt with severely. We haven't had such a threat since the beginning of the occupation!"

"And one other thing commander," Captain Portly paused, "Lord Vader has asked for an update on the status of out military presence."

Silence ensued between the two officers. Both shared the same pessimism on where this was going.

"Inform him…" Commander Wiley gave off a sigh of anxiousness, "That…we're one step short of discovering the rebel headquarters…and that we will soon crush this…flimsy insurgence."

"But, sir…" The captain protested.

"Just do it!" Wiley snapped and they both began walking, "By the time the message gets to him hopefully…they would just disappear!"

The two officers continued through the tiny door at the end of the immense and empty hangar. The floor polished clean, the zigzagging cranes carrying a couple of tie fighters, and the lights reflecting off their hulls.

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A.N. It feels great to finally get down on the sequel!

Hold your breath everyone!