{AN: first fanfiction. Excuse me if it's shit. Also, It helps to imagine that the text below is yellow and is scrolling away from you.}
It is a long time after the rebellion. The empire has complete control. Yet on a planet too distant for the empire to care, us people have started over. We have hijacked the communications, making the empire think we are still their colony. But that's really not true. We have an army. The empire's strength shall be tested once again. And maybe they'll fucking fall this time.
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"Hey, Midge, get over here. We've got something on the scopes." yelled CV-118.
"Oh really? Well get them recalibrated. We're passing over a small mining colony, not a military base."
"Yes sir." He responded. Nevertheless, I walked to one of the windows. The communications from this base had been odd as of late, and we were there to make sure there was no threat. I pulled the scope off of my gun and put it to my eye. It would appear that the locals were fighting each other. There were bright flashes of light as lasers flashed between two islands. What looked like an overturned palm tree sent a laser slug into the larger island, and as we coasted in to investigate, I saw an orange cat mauling the empire soldiers sent from the large base. Outpost Blue. My friend set up that base, and now these motherfuckers are destroying it.
"CV, ready my support cruiser. Get a platoon ready, i'm going in."
"Yessir."
I marched to the airlock, and pulled my suit out. It was tan colored, with a lot of pockets and compartments. I pulled out a modified laser pistol and put it in a side pocket. Strapped on a ration pack to my back and grabbed my transmitter. I could be free. The thought struck me suddenly, and i realized it was true. I could be free. I will be free. I stepped out onto the support cruiser. I plugged into the com and cranked up my volume.
"Men, prepare for freedom!"