This story has a human from Earth (our planet :p) for protagonist, but through this chapter he'll find the Rebel crew, so if at the beginning you don't see any connections with the program "Star Wars Rebels", don't worry. This story is not going to have the innocence of "Star Wars Rebels", so you've been warned (for example, the use of alcohol, violence and relationships without being described). As another warning, I must say that I don't know very much of the Star Wars universe, only of what it shows on the movies, programs and KOTOR (Knigths Of The Old Republic), so I'll probably will make a dumb mistake when I talk about the other Galaxy. It's my first story.
This story has been translated by Sabine Wren 857.
EARTH,
YEAR 4015
-Do I really have to be handcuffed? - asked Jon, sarcastically.
-For what you did, Jon, I'm surprised they didn't send a platoon to escort you – answered Jeff.
"He still thinking his jokes are funny" thought Jeff.
-Jeff, you perfectly know that if I wanted to escape, a squadron wouldn't stop me…- complained Jon.
"He'll always be arrogant" thought Jefferson.
Jon saw a Legionary coming with his ceremonial armor; the armor was a version of a marine, but with a golden tone and with a cream color coat.
-The council is ready.
While Jon, Jefferson and the Legionary walked through the Imperial Order's temple and quarters, Jon couldn't stop but think on what his punishment would be.
"Execution? Probably. Life Imprisonment? Hmm, I don't think so. Order Expulsion? Not likely" thought Jon.
The little group stopped itself in front of a giant door that would bring them to the Council Room. When the door opened, three soldiers walked to the room.
-What, now they're letting bring friends to a trail? My situation is that bad, uh?
-After you declare yourself as guilty, they will offer you a deal; accept it.
Before Jon could ask him what kind of deal they were going to offer him, an Imperial Judge took Jon to the Council room.
"How fastidious, not even an hour to take me…I assume now I'm a murderer to the entire Legion members" thought Jon.
Jon was taken facing the Justice Council, formed by three High-Judges.
-Jon Vojega, member of the Anti-Terrorist Division of the Imperial Legion, and member of the Defense Council of the Imperial Order. You have been accused for the murder of fourteen civilians during a rescue mission, how do you declare yourself?
-Guilty. – answered Jon.
Rarely, the Order members denied the guilt; generally they turned in themselves. And this was Jon's case.
"I can't believe all that people died for my fault…I always shot first…If unless I gave them a second to confirm who they were…" thought Jon, sadly by his own memory.
-The penalty of his crime is the death…but, in the light of your service to the Human Allegiance and to the Imperial Order, you will be given an alternative. Like you know, the Allegiance is interested on exploring a galaxy far away from the Milky Way. The travel would take unless three years, and once you arrive to this Galaxy, you must investigate the alien's culture and organization.-
-Is there any intelligent life in that Galaxy? – asked Jon.
-In fact, there is…and we're afraid that their technology might be advanced than ours.-
"Well, I suppose that in that place I won't be able to kill any other human…" assumed Jon.
-I agr…
-There's only one more condition: If you accept the travel, you'll not be able to return to the Allegiance galaxy, not even if you finish the mission.-
"So they let me die far of my own specie…I suppose I deserve it…"
-I agree.- Jon said, firmly.
-Jefferson will inform you the details. Retire.-
When the Judge ended his phrase, the same Imperial Judge that had guided him to his trial escorted him to the exit.
OPERATIONS' BASE OF THE EXTERIOR EDGE
-So this is my last day on this galaxy.
-In fact, it is.- answered Jeff.
-No one told me how is this galaxy that I'm going on vacation is called.
-No one has named it yet, I think they'll name it after the first explorer that visits it.
-So…'Galaxy Jon Voyega' sounds…awful.
-I said explorer, not exiled.
"Everybody thinks it's my fault"
-You know that I didn't have a way to know.
-And you know that doesn't makes you less responsible.
-I know.- sighed Jon.
-I have a gift for you.- said Jeff, standing of the couch he was sharing with Jon and walking to the closet.
-I don't need p***, I already have vids.- murmured Jon. He always had a peculiar sense of humor.
-Wow, just wow. Is not that, you idiot, is a new armor.- explained Jeff, showing him a new armor.
The armor was white and had the symbol of the Allegiance (two hands clasped) in the chest, it also had a large and white coat that it seemed to be very flexible, but it had hard steel plates covering the ribcage, the legs, and the arms. Besides it, a helmet shined reluctantly. It was a standard-marine helmet.
"It seems that they know that I'm not going to use helmet. I never liked loosing vision, and that help to aim is for beginners."
-Well, unless I'll have an expensive coat when I die…in an unexplored galaxy…to light years from home…alone.
-You prefer dying with five Legionaries aiming at your head while you're tied to a post?…yeah, that's what I thought.
-Well, is my last night on this galaxy, and I don't want to spend it sober.- declared Jon while he took a Whiskey bottle.
-You returned to alcohol?.
-It helps me to sleep, man…it's difficult for me to get some sleep since…you know.
-Whatever. Do what you want on your last night at this galaxy. I don't think the Council would mind, but I want you in your shuttle at 8:00 o' clock in the morning.- ordered Jeff.
A few hours later…
Jon was sleeping peacefully, when suddenly, an alarm woke him up.
"What? I didn't set any alarm…it comes from the suit…"
When he got closer to his armor, Jon saw that in the computer of the glove, a message appeared, baring the phrases:
"This is only a reminder for you that you have to be ready at seven
-Jeff"
-That son of his mother…- murmured Jon, angrily while he returned to sleep and thought on horrible things happening to his friend.
When it was seven o' clock, the alarm sounded again, but Jon didn't bother himself to read the message. He went to his kitchen of his V.I.P cabin and prepared himself coffee and toast bread. After ending his breakfast, he put himself the armor his friend gave him last night.
After wearing his new 'suit', Jon went directly to his little gunroom, to take his assault rifle. The rifle was modified with a Holo 1x look (it was an old look, but it was better than the modern ones with 'help') a heavy canon/muffler to make the precision better, an explosive-disks launcher, a sniper rifle, and for the last, his favorite one, his laser sword, whose sheet was similar to a katana.
"Last time I used this weapons was to…o common, I have to stop thinking on that. It doesn't matter how often I think about it, is never going to change" thought Jon.
When Jon arrived to the quay number 24, he saw a committee of scientists, Legionaries, and marines waiting for the launching.
-They are waiting for you.- informed Jeff, which who was besides Jon.
-I suppose that if this was voluntary, they would say a speech or something epic.- murmured Jon.
"But I'm a criminal, an exiled".
-I assume.
-So…I guess this is the good bye.- said Jon, sadly.
"Is the first one since the accident that he shows any emotion…he never liked people knowing what was going on in his head…" thought Jeff.
-Yes, I thinks so…Good bye friend…I left you a last gift on your shuttle.- explained Jeff, choked, and Jon noticed that he was trying not to cry.
-O common, man…don't put yourself sentimental…I'm just another criminal accomplishing my punishment.- explained Jon, trying to cheer up his friend.
-We both know you're better than just a criminal.- said Jeff, trying to convince himself more than to Jon.
-I don't know…well, good bye.- said Jon while he walked to the shuttle.
With every step Jon made, his emotions began to appear. It was like a feelings' cocktail: mixed with repentance, sadness…and fear.
"I thought I was ready for my punishment…it seems like I do care for what happens next with my life" thought Jon. He hadn't been able to feel anything after the incident. He couldn't even feel repentance, which worried him the most.
When Jon entered to his shuttle, he noticed that it wasn't any especial; it had a really big storage where he found a Tie-fighter, food for at least some decades, medical supplies, tools, a gun storage with another armor and ammunition, enough to attack the entire Allegiance, and also, a crate with a lot of Whisky bottles ("That must be Jeff's gift" thought Jon.) The next room was the stasis Chamber, where there were also a stretcher and a table. The last room was the cockpit.
Jon sat down in the chair of the cockpit and prepared the shuttle for the lift off. The shuttle already had the route prepared, but he required the permit of the pilot.
"Well…this is my last moment on my galaxy…"
Jon authorized the lift off. Seconds later, the ship began the lift off in a little bit more than a minute, and now it was facing the border of the Milky Way.
-Team Delta, Alpha and Echo escorting the shuttle.- said a voice through the comlink.
-Seems like I have a honor squadron, how thoughtful.- said Jon sarcastically. Although the other ones ignored his comment, Jon smirked satisfied.
While the engines prepared it selves to travel through "superior light speed" or "SLP", Jon noticed that the team Alpha was aiming at him in a threatening way.
"Seems like they think I'm going to change course"
When Jon's shuttle reached the "SLS", he realized it was time to use the stasis cameras.
"Well, I think I'm going to wake up in a Galaxy far, far away…Gosh, that sounded bad."
When Jon synchronized the duration of the stasis period with the shuttle's travel, Jon entered to the chamber and prepared himself for a long sleep.
"Goodbye, Milky Way"
Meanwhile…
-Hera, are you sure that establishing the base in the outer edge is a good idea?- asked Ezra –The asteroids and the nebulae don't combine with the especial travels, you know?
Ezra, I already told you that we can…- explained Hera, when suddenly, she saw something in the radar that made her speechless – Another shuttle entered to the radar.-
-An Imperial Ship?- asked Kanan, grabbing his gun.
-I can't identify it…according to the trajectory, the shuttle comes from…outside the galaxy.
-During my time on the academy, it rumored that the Empire was trying to organize expeditions in the border of the galaxy.- explained Sabine.
-It could be…that would explain why the shuttle has this explorer style.- pointed the pilot.
-I think we're going about to find out. Sabine, Ezra, Zeb and Chopper, let's take the Phantom and aboard that ship.- ordered Kanan.
With Jon…
Coinciding with the end of the travel, Jon woke up.
After long periods of stasis for the humans it was normal to feel a little dizzy. But to Jon's luck, the scientists developed serum to make the adaptation process shorter.
-Ahhh…that's better…wait, what is this?- asked Jon to himself when he heard the alarm of boarding.
Jon didn't think twice; he grabbed his gun and armor and, when he was equipped, he hid behind a shelf on the storage room, where the docking port was located.
When the hatch opened, Jon heard how the footsteps approached, and that's when he heard a voice:
-This place looks barren.- murmured a female voice.
"Well…how would you know? They do speak English…" thought Jon.
-I found the cockpit!- informed a voice, The voice wasn't from a man, it was mostly of a teenager.
-Chopper, extract the data base from the computer.- ordered a male voice.
"That must be the leader" thought Jon.
While Jon analyzed his opponents, the youngest member approached to the Tie-fighter.
-Guys…you have to check this out.- said the voice of the teenager.
That's when Jon saw the boy.
The teenager was a human with dark blue hair and electric blue eyes, with an orange suit. The boy appeared to be no more than 14 years old.
"He's a human…impossible" thought Jon, amused.
While Jon was lost in his thoughts, another teenager approached to the Tie-fighter with the blue haired boy. She was clearly a human girl, with colorful armor.
"That girl has a painted armor…it seems made of plastic or something like that, and those pistols seem to be made from plasma"
-Do you think is a prototype?- asked the boy.
-No…it doesn't looks like the Empire made it…it seems very fast, though- answered the girl while she holstered her weapons.
"This is my chance to interrogate them, now that they're distracted…" and with that, Jon got out of his hideout, aimed at the girl with his weapon and said with a potent voice:
-Lower your weapons.- ordered Jon, aiming at the helmet.
The girl, disobeying Jon's order, took her blasters out of her pockets and aimed to Jon, while the boy took a weapon that Jon identified since the moment he saw it: A laser sword. The teenager put himself in front of the girl, at the same time a man with brown hair and blue eyes appeared through the door, with a laser sword as same as the boy.
-It seems that this is going to be solved by the bad way- murmured Jon, while the girl fired at him. The shots were red, which made Jon probe that it was a plasma weapon.
Both shots were absorbed thanks to Jon's armor, and the others stood speechless.
"They seem surprised that I have shields…" thought Jon while he fired at the girl
The bullets hit the girl right at her hands, and she felt the pain on them.
-That weapon…- murmured the man, surprised and somehow, scared.
The boy attacked, but Jon was too agile. He avoided the teenager attack and kicked him right at the stomach, making the blue-haired-boy fall to the ground.
The girl wasn't going to give up. She also attacked Jon, but he avoided her and he threw her to the ground, right next of where the teenager laid.
-I assume you're the most reasonable one, because you're not attacking me.- said Jon, looking at the man.
Before the man could answer, a very weird humanoid entered to the storage: He seemed to be a mix with human and ape, with purple hair and a rifle on his hand.
-What is that?- asked Jon, surprised with the creature.
-Zeb lower your weapon.- ordered the man, ignoring Jon's question.
-He attacked Ezra and…
-They attacked me. I wasn't going to attack them.- said Jon, aiming at 'Zeb'.
-Let's talk about this.- said the man.
-Yeah, let's talk about this.