This is a new story that I came up with after some careful thought and I'm really excited for it. I've asked for OC's from a couple authors who I know from either reviewing my stuff or reading theirs. Their characters belong to them, and I just write the story. Here are the Authors and their OC's.

Trochime Fashika, Callenia Storle: Starlight Moon Midnight

Segar and Gizem Algan: SueCue

With proper credit given let's begin.

Chapter 1

Lothal, Capital City

Things were quiet in Capital City, as usual. The Holonet was showing the news of the day, no big deal. But there was a gym towards the outskirts of the town that had the Holonet Sports playing, but there were no games on, just some sports analysis and interviews and whatnot. There weren't many people here, only a handful of young men and women, the oldest of which was twenty-two and the youngest being seventeen.

There were really only four of them in the small gym at this early hour with two of them in the boxing ring while the other two were just speaking at a water cooler after a long night of working out. One's name was Erisi Thorinos, a twenty-one year old girl whose friend, Callenia Storle, worked at the gym. Both were human, but Erisi was older than Callenia by four years and treated her like a little sister.

Erisi was a beautiful girl that was always teased about being a ditsy blonde, despite not being anything like that. True she was a classic visual example of being a stereotypical blonde, but despite all outward appearances she was a powerhouse of personality. Her talent for driving her speeder was legendary thanks to her job delivering a variety of pastries from the bakery across the street. She was a combination of ditsy girly-girl and tomboy, her hair was a pixie cut so it wouldn't get in her way while she helped at the bakery. On the other hand she had a set of earrings and wore makeup all the time along with a flip-flopping outfit that went from girly-girl to logical and useful.

Callenia was roughly the same size as Erisi, but slightly shorter. Her hair was red and more often than not she wore it up in a ponytail. Other than that she was very similar to Erisi except for the fact that Callenia's hair color. She was as feisty and hot-headed as the stereotype, and to an extent she was proud of it. Callenia had a habit of beating up on most people who ticked her off in the ring with a variety of methods. Sometimes it was with boxing gloves, sometimes it was with an electrostaff that they used for martial arts training, or if things really heated up they found themselves beat up with bare hands. She was more of a tomboy despite her natural beauty, and usually had similarly aged males sign up for classes, hoping for a chance with her. Most didn't last in her gym after flirting with Callenia.

Both were part of a group of friends who met here and the diner across the street for breakfast and just hanging out and being friends. The two other members of the little group were how they met and became their own little team.

The oldest of them was Titus Kendet at twenty-two. He had met Erisi taking out the trash at the diner he worked part-time at taking the trash out one night. At the same time Erisi had been taking the trash out from the bakery next door. One thing had led to another and the two had been going out now for nearly two years. Along with being the oldest and the largest he had spent long time at the gym keeping in shape. His friend who he always went with on the other hand was not here for a workout.

Trochime Fashika was actually here for the same reason that drove Callenia to drive away many gym visitors. He was trying to woo her by impressing her here at the gym where he believed she thought a guy should be able to handle himself. Of course it didn't necessarily work out that way, and he ended up hanging around, waiting and working up his courage. He thought he had a chance, but the fact was actually not human, but a near-human Kiffar, somewhat held him back. He didn't hide this like many of his people did nowadays, he had red tattoos on his arms and one stripe across his cheek bone and over his nose. He also wore his light brown hair in long dreads that always got in the way unless they were tied back. They were the sign of his clan and he was proud of this, and like those of his clan he was trying to learn the martial arts that the Kiffar were known for. But at seventeen with no one who knew them he still had a lot to learn as his sparring match with Titus was proving.

"Keep your hands up Troy," Callenia called out as the two guys circled each other, throwing light probing shots at one another. She was using the nickname they had for him, seeing as Trochime was a bit long to use in conversation.

"I know," he responded, taking his eyes off of Titus to look back at Callenia. This was a mistake.

Titus jabbed sharply with a right that struck Trochime right in the side of his head, which was protected by a padded helmet. This was a wake-up call, a rough one, as Titus had put some force behind it and sent Trochime stumbling slightly.

"Hey!" he snapped at him.

"Eyes on Troy, you know better than that," Titus chuckled.

"And get your hands up Troy come on!" Callenia urged him casually as she had everyone she'd trained to either box or in martial arts or basic self-defense.

Now with the girl he secretly had a crush on avidly paying attention the young Kiffar was eager to impress and brought his gloved hands up in an aggressive posture. Then he advanced, bobbing back and forth on his toes, rapidly darting side to side, looking for opening in his six foot two friend's defenses. With a side glance to make sure Callenia was watching he took to the offensive, attacking with rapid jabs to the face, confident in the knowledge that he wouldn't actually hurt him. Both were wearing padded boxing gloves and padded helmets for their own protection. They were somewhat awkward but health usually came first so better safe than sorry.

"There you go Troy!" Callenia encouraged him, by now leaning against the elevated boxing ring with Erisi next to her.

With a few rough jabs Titus was against the ropes, and then Trochime went after him with more fury, knowing he had the advantage. However Trochime got excited, and the older, larger Titus knew that with momentum on the attack the defense suffered. So as Trochime launched another of his rapid jabs Titus ducked slightly, and went for an upper-cut that caught Trochime right in the chin.

"Ooh…" Callenia and Erisi both groaned, as Trochime stumbled back, rocking onto his heels as he tried regaining his balance and bearings. The shot was pretty forceful, probably more than Titus had anticipated.

"That hurt," Trochime grumbled as he regained his balance and took up a much more defensive posture.

"I did say keep your hands up," Callenia chuckled.

The two of them went back at it, trading light jabs, probing and testing the defenses of the other. However, another thing they kept an eye on were the girls. Both were attracted to the two, and as young guys they felt that here in the ring their performance was of the utmost importance to impressing them. But the girls cared very little in all actuality. To them it was just fun, and nothing the two of them did in the ring would truly impress them. Well at least Callenia wouldn't have been impressed because she was an instructor and probably knew her way around the ring better than Trochime did.

This didn't stop the two guys and they kept trading blows, mostly light and undamaging ones. But from time to time one would land a pretty good shot. When Titus got a good shot one time he noticed the girls weren't watching. Instead they'd moved to the treadmills facing the window, and were jogging with the holonet playing in front of them from its place on the window facing towards the row of running machines.

Trochime saw this as well, and was kind of bummed out, and Titus saw this as well. But typical of him, he took one good punch at Trochime as he frowned at the lack of an audience from a girl he'd been trying to impress. With a sly left hook Titus caught him in the top of the head on the padded helmet, snapping Trochime back to reality.

"Do it a third time I'll KO you," he chuckled at his younger friend.

"Oh you will?" Trochime grinned cockily and fired off a one-two punch of a left jab and right hook.

Titus didn't see them coming, taking the left jab to the padded cheek and took a glancing blow from the hook. He stumbled backwards, bringing his hands up in defense as Trochime threw two more hooks at him, trying to press his advantage. This didn't last long before Titus threw a pair of jabs that Trochime dodged and then blocked with his hands before attempting a body shot that just barely made contact thanks to the larger stature of Titus, which kept Trochime away from him. To this Titus jabbed low, trying to lower his friend's defenses, which he did, and with a left hook he attacked, catching Trochime across the face.

This time Trochime went down, spinning down and went flat onto his back.

"Good thing I have a mouth guard huh?" Trochime grumbled as he got up.

"Not good enough," Titus replied, lowering his hands to his side, "You're bleeding."

"Really where?" he asked, bringing his glove up to find where he was now bleeding.

"Nose," Titus responded.

"Don't touch it!" Callenia called out immediately upon hearing that Trochime was bleeding, "Oh and get off my mat please."

She jumped off of the treadmill, and walked over to Trochime who was getting out of the boxing ring. Before he was even on the ground she grabbed him by the arm and sat him down on a bench against the wall.

"So concerned about me, maybe Titus should clock me more often," he laughed as he now saw a drip of scarlet blood on his shirt.

With her back turned to him Callenia blushed a bright red, and fought it down as best she could as she dug out a first aid kit to tend to a boy she actually had a thing for. Although being the kind of girl she was, she preferred to let him make the first move and show some passive flirting disguised as good-natured teasing like she would to a normal friend.

"Head back Troy, it's your nose," she managed to say as she put the pack next to him on the bench.

He did as he was told, and leaned back, leaning his head against the wall, his chest rising as he tried recovering from the strenuous exercise that was their sparring. She hesitated a bit, noting how cute he was and how easy it might be to sneak a kiss while his face was angled up towards her. Instead of this she decided on something else, she took her free hand and flicked his nose.

"Ow!" he yelped aloud, clearly hurting.

"That's for interrupting my workout," Callenia innocently cooed, "And to see how bad it is."

"Well it must be pretty bad, it hurts!" Trochime whined, holding a gloved hand over his nose, glaring at her as she rolled up a strip of gauze and yanked his hand down and put it in, but far more gently. Trochime winced as she put it in and handed him a towel.

"Big baby, clean yourself up and no more boxing today," she laughed as she saw several other locals who usually came along for a workout. But right behind them came a pair of children.

They were the son and daughter of the owner. Both were Twi'leks, Gizem, the younger of the two at nine, was a light blue in color, very much like her mother. Her lekku were actually quite long for her age, and went nearly to her hips. She was as kind and caring as anyone, thanks to how she'd been raised by her single mother. All Gizem wanted to ever really do was help, and would become irate if she couldn't. Her brother Segar, older by a year, was not as genuinely caring. He saw himself as a warrior, taking more after his father, who his mother always told him was a Twi'lek bodyguard for Ryloth's Senator. He was always in the gym, play fighting with his friends or punching bags, trying to become like his father. He wanted to become his family's protector, and so he was usually sporting bruises from defending his sister. Unfortunately he was a hothead, and picked fights he wasn't able to win.

"Hey kiddos," Callenia called out.

"Hi Cally," Gizem replied loudly, running over to her while Segar ran over to Titus.

The young Twi'lek ran over to him and put up his hands, pretending to box with him. It was a classic thing for Segar to beg to box with the guys, seeing himself as one of them and able to stand with them.

"Come on Titus, put 'em up," the young boy said with a terse demand, ready to throw down against someone who was twice his size.

"Gotta reach me first," Titus chuckled, putting a gloved hand on Segar's head, causing the child to lash out with futile effort with his hands, unable to reach.

"No fair," he grumbled, bummed out at his small size.

"Like I said, when you can reach we'll spar," Titus chuckled, rubbing his head as he went over to put his gloves in the dirty bin.

From there he walked over to where Erisi was still jogging on the treadmill, with some ear buds in and listening to music. He got on the one next to her, setting the machine to match her speed, not wanting his girlfriend to outwork him. She gave him a quick glance and smiled at him before continuing.

"So, you made him bleed again?" Erisi asked.

"Oops," Titus chuckled.

"You did it on purpose," she whispered, arching an eyebrow as she figured things out.

"Figured if I can get him and Callenia along together he'd take a shot," Titus responded and looked back at the two of them as they looked back at their two friends who were talking quietly, so they weren't able to really hear everything.`

"Some grand scheme then huh? Let's see if it works."

"My plan worked last time, after all, we're together."

"I was the target of a scam?" Erisi sarcastically asked.

"Well…"

Erisi flashed a knowing yet affectionate look that she often shared with Titus. The two of them had known about the crush that the two younger teens shared for one another but neither had taken that next step. They had, and as a result the past few months had been truly wonderful for the two of them. This was something that they wanted for their two friends.

"We have been called criminals, but we are not. We are rebels, fighting for the people, fighting for you."

The holonet screen above the treadmills had just done something. Instead of the sports analysis that had been playing earlier there was an orange image of a symbol, a symbol that had been banned from being reproduced or even viewed. But they knew what it was, everyone knew what it was. This was the symbol that the rebels left whenever they struck at the Empire, and here they were now. Striking at the Empire in the biggest way they ever had.

"I'm not that old, but I remember a time when things were better on Lothal. Maybe not great, but never like this. See what the Empire has done to your lives to your families and your freedom?"

Everyone in the gym did some soul searching there as this young voice spoke out. Defying the might of the Empire publicly, calling for the people to remember what this planet once was.

"It's only going to get worse. Unless we stand up and fight back! It won't be easy, there'll be loss and sacrifice but we can't back done because we're afraid."

They were afraid, they all knew what could happen if they tried to do as he'd said. But more importantly, they knew he was right.

"That's what my parents taught me. That's what my new family helped me remember!"

Titus looked over at Erisi, and he saw the same look he knew was on his face. One of quiet contemplation, unwilling to truly bring himself to agree. He and everyone else was inspired. But still, they were afraid.

"Stand up together, because that's when we're strongest! As one."

And as if knowing the Empire was going to take him off the air the message ended. Perhaps the young boy had more to say, but the static on the screen let them know that this message was over. But a new fight was about to begin.

That's chapter one and I'm quite proud of this, seeing as only two of the characters are really mine and I had to create them from the descriptions given to me. Anyone who has done that before knows it's a challenge. Hopefully I can get another chapter out as soon as I can, so in the meantime, tell me what you think, any suggestions, thoughts, or questions, leave it in a review and I or one of the authors I'm working with will get back to you.

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