-1The start of a Rebellion

Chapter 2

The wind blew with a fury as a landing strip was being cleared. Men in dark brown uniforms scrambled out of the way as a small landing craft descended onto the platform. With in thirty seconds of the landing large flood lights came on, along with the humming of a large generator. With a hiss a back cargo door opened up and multiple hooded figures got out. Shiny white armor glinted in the lights. Out of a vine and dirt covered door came an other figure, but this one was covered in dark green armor.

The group met halfway.

"Did you hear Vannen?" One of the armored men asked.

"Of course, though I thought all Jedi were murdered?" Vannen said, stepping a side to let the men in armor pass.

"Well, not quiet all of us, and we have that to owe to a certain young republic solider." The same armored man said.

"Which one?" Vannen asked

"The only one who's not a clone." One of the men said sarcastically.

"You mean Samuel James?" Vannen asked.

"The one and only." The three armored man nodded, stopping as the got to the door.

"Oh, here let me." Vannen said, stepping around and punching in a six-digit security code. With a beep and a hiss, the door rose.

"After you." Vannen said, holding out his arm, to let the other three men walked through, slightly bowing there heads.

After a brief walk though some hallways, the entered a brightly lit room, fitted with one long table, chairs, and on every seat, a computer. In the center was a large hologram of a ship.

"Ok, gentlemen, please take your seats." an older man said, coming out of a door, that was off to the left of a large chair at the tip of the table. The old man took his seat.

"General Vanmoorlhem." Vannen said nodding. General Gabrielle Vanmoorlhem was a batter worn old man, with multiple scars on his face. If this didn't intimidate you, when he stared at you, it would.

"Now, Gentlemen, I assume you all know what has happened, only hours before our time now. The attack on all the Jedi knights. Some of the last of you, are here, sitting among me." General Vanmoorlhem said, pointing to each of the White armored men, sitting on either said of him. All three of them nodded in unison.

"Now, we have to take a defensive action now, being mercenaries or not, we can not let the Sith take over, it will be the end of us. We must gather up the last of the Jedi immediately, they could be our only chance." General Vanmoorlhem stood up, a remote control in his hand. He pointed at the hologram, which still showed ship. The ship was very large, and triangle shaped. It seemed to have a large sensory relay and command center.

"This is our secret weapon. This is the 'star destroyer', the most powerful capitol ship ever created. This was developed recently to compete with the separatists large battle ships. If you see here," He clicked a button, and it zoomed up on to a holding bay, "you can fit two of their largest battle ships in here, not to mention multiple gunships, landing crafts, two-repulser tanks, two-fourB tanks, air speeders, and MPLT-two A's. Not to mention the amount of infantry." Vanmoorlhem said, airily, waving his hand. "In other words, and almost unstoppable capitol ship." He finished, sitting down once more.

The rain lashed at the windows of the large command building. Vannen was sitting in his bed, a hologram of the capitol ship in his hand. It was then that he herd something. He got up and walked to the door. He grabbed his blaster rifle and opened the door slowly, proceeding with caution down the hallway. At the end of the hallway the conference door was left ajar. He walked up to it. When he peered in side he had found the place trashed. All the computers were destroyed. But the worst thing of all, the safe holding the "star destroyer" plans, was ripped to pieces. But the cuts were made by a light saber.

End of chapter 2