Wow, I did not expect two reviews, three faves, and four follows in less than 24 hours. Jesus fuck. Like, HOW. The fuck. Did this. Happen. Not complaining, though, thank you all.

Expect more frequent updates than I usually do (Not that you would know if you're new), mostly because I already have most of the storyline already done in the form of the episodes, and a little bit of this has the potential to be the biggest story I'll ever do. REVIEWS!

Kid-N7: It's not a flying death mammal, you're right. Thanks for the good words.

Mandalore the Freedom: FOR GLORY AND HONOR OF SOLE RULER! Don't worry, I will have different influences from other countries. Let's use the ones you gave as examples; Japan would probably be cyborg ninjas shouting angry Japanese at the Emperor while magic dragons tear him apart, and Canada would probably be just apologizing to everybody for nothing, smashing in their faces when ice sports are mentioned, and putting maple syrup on everything.

Been working on this for about four months. Please enjoy.


Out of all of the crazy deployments Hawk had made in his years serving in the United Systems Alliance Military, this had to be the craziest.

He was locked up in a depressurized crate (his suit was the only thing keeping him alive) full of Imperial contraband heading to Corellia, and the convoy he was in was going to be attacked by the rebel cell he was tasked with helping by any means necessary. The plan was that he gets out of the crate as soon as the fighting started, latch onto the light freighter that the rebels used, ride it to wherever the fleet was, get aboard the command ship, and present himself and his skills to future rebel operations. Explosions began erupting in the space all around the freighter he was latched onto. They had finally arrived! Now the real fun was about to begin.

He kicked open the door to the crate, sending other smaller boxes into the void, activated his suits magnetic soles, and surveyed the chaos. There were a few A-Wing Interceptors working in tandem with a modified VCX-100 light freighter and its little attack shuttle in blowing up the TIE Fighter escorts, and a CR90 corvettes in support. Hawk made the position to get to ready to jump onto the nearest rebel craft that passed by. As the attack shuttle neared, looking like it was about to blow off the magnetic locks on the crates (unorthodox, Hawk thought, but impressive), he jumped out in the nothingness of space. As he jumped off, the shuttle opened fire on the freighter's mag locks, sending them into space. With no gravity to bring him down onto the small fighter, small jets all over the suit he was wearing saw to it that he got to where he was heading. As he neared the craft, he activated the Mag Grips in his gloves and slapped it onto the hull, sticking to it like nerds to comic books. He keyed to the rebels' communication frequency, and smiled at what he heard.

"-It just jumped out of the cargo and latched onto the Phantom!"

"Spectre Five, keep it together and complete the mission; We'll deal with that issue when we get back to the fleet!" He chuckled and turned on the other magnetic locks on his suit, allowing him to get into a crouching position. He pulled out his weapon, a MK. 16 Storm PSR, aimed at the Arquitens-class cruiser in front of him, charged a shot, and let go of the trigger. A large tungsten bullet launched into the armor of one of its turbolasers, and punched right through it like plywood. The gun exploded in a large orange plume. The other guns on the ship stopped firing, probably the crew's shock of losing one of their guns so randomly, and allowed the CR90 corvette to jump out of the area with a lot less damage than it would've. The VCX, with the cargo in its possession, prepared to jump to lightspeed. Its small shuttle quickly docked and the ship bursted out of realspace, Hawk having just the right amount of time to put his weapon back onto his back via magnetic clamps and latch onto the hull. He enjoyed the surprised look on the man's face manning the turret in front of him.

Hawk began to slowly crawl to the airlock on the freighter, hacking into the computer systems to open it up, and crawling inside. He quickly closed the airlock and deactivated his Mag Grips, dropping down to the floor like a cat. He relished the feel of his boots on hard ground without the need for his magnetic soles, but it was short lived. The door to the main cabin opened, and a girl in her teens dressed in colorful Mandalorian armor jumped out and tackled him to the ground. She got a few harmless jabs in before he pushed her off, his enhanced strength sending her into the ceiling and making a dent in the metal. When she fell, he immediately pinned her down and leveled his rifle in her face.

"Never thought I would be able to beat a Mando that easy," Hawk said, his voice modulator concealing his true voice, but not hiding the true disbelief in his tone. He heard the telltale snap hisssss of a lightsaber being ignited, and a blue plasma blade got shoved in his face. He slowly put his weapon away and turned towards the Jedi, apparently the same man that was manning the turret.

"Who are you?" The Jedi asked, the passive tone of his voice betrayed by his saber still pointed in Hawk's general direction. He slowly raised his hands as he tried to remember the Jedi's identity from the mission briefing he was given hours earlier.

"Caleb Dume?" He asked, the shock from Kanan apparent enough. He deactivated his lightsaber and, with a look of cautiousness, dropped his hostile body language. The Mandalorian girl had gotten up from her position on the floor and was now right beside the Jedi, her helmet off and more two blaster pistols now being pointed at the soldier. Her hair was dyed in a hue of orange and purple, not surprising given her wearable canvas of armor. A Twi'lek woman walked in, followed by a Lasat and another human, a teen in safety orange. Judging by his lightsaber, he was Kanan's Padawan. Because of the files Hawk had been given for his mission, he could only identity the Twi'lek, not the others; Their names weren't discovered by the CIA. A pro as well as a con.

"Hera Syndulla?" Hawk asked, Hera casually dropping her hand down to her blaster.

"Who wants to know?" She asked innocently, the angry Lasat behind her ruining the act. Hawk scoffed.

"The United Systems Alliance Military does," He said. He stood up straight and saluted, "Operative Hawk, Task Force 141; sent here to help the Phoenix Rebel Cell in their fight against the Galactic Empire." He went into parade rest. The rebels looked their new help over. He was wearing dark red Mandalorian Iron-titanium alloy battle plating over a XSA-99 Exoskeleton, with a few streaks of black here and there. His helmet had a T-visor, not unlike the Mandalorians, with two red dots at opposite points of the horizontal line, completely sealed and able to help the wearer survive a Manticore attack. A pattern was painted on the faceplate that depicted the skull of an avian predator, the eye sockets perfectly matching with the dots to look like its eyes. A pair of Mandolorian Jaig eyes were on his forehead as well. All in all, very dangerous and untrustworthy... not that it mattered in this situation.

"Hera, you sure we can trust him?" Kanan asked, not trusting him because he knew his old name.

"I don't think we have a choice," She replied. She walked to him and held out her hand. "Welcome to the team." Hawk accepted the handshake like a Mandalorian warrior, grasping her forearm and making sure to not crush her bones.

"Thank you for your trust, no matter if you want to give me it or not," He said, releasing her. He felt the ship jolt quickly, signaling they were out of hyperspace. "We've arrived," He said. A screen of some kind turned on in his forearm armor, which he tapped and projected a hologram of the rebel fleet. It showed one Pelta-class frigate, a few CR90 Corellian corvettes and some A-wings apparently on patrol.

"That's pretty cool," The teen said as Hera and Kanan walked away and up a ladder, presumably to the cockpit, "How does that even work?"

"It piggy-backs the sensors of the nearest starship," Hawk explained, rapping his knuckle on the wall beside. "In this case, the..."

"Ghost," The Mandalorian answered. Hawk pressed a button on the side of his helmet, and the bottom immediately swung around on a hinge. A pop was heard as the seal was broken. The t-visor slid upwards automatically, revealing his tanned face, sharp nose, and dark blue eyes. He smiled.

"Thank you..." The girl giggled. The boy apparently didn't like that.

"Sabine, Sabine Wren."

"Wait... As in Clan Wren? House Vizsla?" Sabine froze in fear, and the Lasat drew his bull rifle, in melee mode, and pointed it at his face.

"How do you know that?" He growled. Hawk grabbed the electrified end of the bull rifle, his suit's zero point battery absorbing the energy, and pointed it down to the ground.

"I was hunting down some remnants of Death Watch on Concord Dawn a few weeks ago, and I saved a dude that claimed to be of Clan Wren, House Vizsla, but renounced the Death Watch. Last I heard he went to Asylum to help out with intelligence for when war breaks out." Sabine was smiling from ear to ear, thinking before her family was apart of a Death Watch cell on Mandalore, and happy that some relative helping her was clearing their name. Hawk let go of the bull rifle, allowing the Lasat lowered his weapon and put it on his back where it once was.

"That must've taken some guts," He said with a few chuckles, "I'm Zeb." Hawk took it and shook.

"A pleasure," He said, "Anyway, as I was saying-" He didn't get to finish his sentence, as Zeb tried to throw him onto the ground. As he went up into the air, Hawk hit his boosters to propel him into the wall. He put his legs against it and, with his enhanced strength, shoved off and slammed into Zeb. He drew his knife from a sheath on his chest and held it against Zeb's neck. Strangely, Zeb started to laugh.

"I can see why you can hunt Mandalorians," He said. Hawk sighed, got off him and pulled him up, almost sending him through the roof. This was noticed by the boy in orange, and, damn him, he was too curious.

"What kind of armor are you wearing?" He asked. There was a thump and a jolt felt throughout the entire ship, signaling they docked.

"XSA-99 Exoskeleton, with beskar-titaniumalloy armor plating attachments. I can arm wrestle fifteen Wookies with my weak hand, shatter their bones, and shrug off a direct hit from a starship-grade laser cannon... all in theory." Even as the group started off towards the command bridge, with Kanan and Hera with them, the kid's nosiness never stopped.

"What about that blaster thi-"

"Ezra, he can tell you later," Hera interrupted, "But right now, we need to debrief command and tell them about Hawk." Ezra pouted some, causing Hawk to smirk as he sealed his helmet back up. He felt a vibration on his forearm, and saw that his armpad that just gotten a message.

"You guys go on ahead, I just got something," He said, typing in random codes into the computer, "Just make sure they know that I'm here before I waltz in." Hera nodded and walked in, her group following her. But Hawk didn't notice; He was reading the message he had received, apparently from the top, too:

TRANSMISSION START

SERGEANT SAMUEL "HAWK" CREYAR

BRANCH: SPECIAL OPERATIONS, BLACK OPS

UNIT: 141

CLEARANCE LEVEL: 8

REQUISITON ORDER: 1 FULLY STOCKED BEAR-CLASS ASSAULT TRANSPORT/GUNSHIP

APPROVAL: GRANTED FIVE DAYS AGO

GRANTED BY: PRESIDENT WOODS

ARRIVAL TIME: 2 HOURS

HARDWARE: 10 "OLYMPIAN" AST SUITS, 2 T-9000 HOVER TANKS, 5 MD TURRETS, 3 TITAN WALKERS, 1 JACKAL STARFIGHTER, 200+ GD-43 "CLAW" COMBAT DRONES, 100+ B12 "GRUNT" COMBAT DRONES, 1000+ AD-26 "DRAGONFIRE" DRONES, 15 RABBIT HOVERBIKES, 20,000+ "WASP" SWARMER DRONES

OTHER AID: 1 COMPANY OF SENTINELS PENDING

TRANSMISSION END

Good, he was going to have the same amount of proper hardware as an armored scout platoon soon, as well as extra bodies, all from the big guy. Lucky that I served with him, he thought. Now happy, he walked into the command bridge, passing a pissed off Kanan and Hera (He thought he saw Ezra sneaking around, too), his heavy armor making large clanks on the metal floor. All eyes were immediately to him. He ignored it. took off his helmet, revealing his short brown hair and blue eyes, and snapped off a crisp salute.

"Operative Hawk, of Task Force 141, acting as official United Systems aid against Imperial threats. Under mission objectives I am now under the command of the acting commander of this cell. Awaiting orders SIR!" He ignored his old friend in the room, Callsign: Fulcrum. The rebels he had traveled noticed how different his voice was, like a simple teenager, but dismissed it as a voice changer of some sort. The commander in charge of the rebel cell was a little surprised at his conduct, but rolled with it.

"At ease, soldier," He said with a salute of his own, Hawk detecting a distinct Mandarin accent. He probably had never even heard of Earth. Space magic. "I am Commander Sato, leader of this rebel group." Fulcrum stepped up, smiling.

"Sam," She said, walking up to him. She held out her forearms in an X, a move that Hawk copied, hooking his helmet to his belt beforehand. They bumped them together. "Good to see you."

"Likewise, Snips," He countered cheekily, knowing that Ahsoka would let it slide; He was one of the few people in the entire galaxy who could call her that without consequence.

"And I assume you already know The Ghost crew," Sato said. Sabine put her hands on her hips.

"I would think so," She commented, "The crazy bastard was on the Ghost's hull like a mynock half the trip over."

"In hyperspace? Impossible!" Sato exclaimed. Hawk simply held out his palms and activated his Mag Grips, the plates moving to show the high quality magnets underneath.

"Mag Grips," He said simply. He deactivated them and went into parade rest.

"I see," Sato said skeptically. He picked up a datapad on a nearby computer console and read it. "I'm also reading reports about you destroying a turbolaser cannon on a Imperial cruiser present at our latest raid." Hawk took his weapon off his back and held it out.

"The MK 16 Storm PSR Adaptive Weapons System. If you're outfitted with the right equipment, it will change shape-" The rifle shortened to the length of an SMG, then back to its original rifle length, "-At will, depending on the situation. It chambers a container of liquid tungsten, which can be used to fire off heavy armor piercing rounds that can cleave a Basilisk war droid in two if charged long enough. The longer you hold the trigger, the more penetration you get." He collapsed it into the size of a pistol and shoved it into a holster in the small of his back. "Anything else, sir?" Sato, still marveling over the US tech, snapped out of his stupor.

"Yes. You will be assigned to Captain Syndulla's team for the time being, so any orders you receive will come from her. Right now they have been tasked with extracting an Imperial defector out of Lothal. Good luck, you're dismissed." Hawk saluted again and, slipping his helmet back on, walked out of the room and back to the Ghost.

"Good luck with him," Ahsoka called out to the group, "The kid is friendly enough to strangers, but he can get pretty hostile if you rile him up too much."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Zeb asked angrily.

"Sam was apart of the testing group of the Give Life Project," She explained, "Which allowed parents of children two or younger to give custody of their children to the government and allow them to turn them into whatever they saw fit, from supply clerks on Earth to CIA spies. Though it was open to everyone, it was only really used by hardcore military parents."

"Who were his parents?" Sabine asked. Ahsoka looked down.

"They were 141 operators that died in the Battle of Jabiim. He was only nine when he heard, and after that he gave all of his time and energy into becoming the best. He became Jango Fett's protégé, received extensive biochemical and neural augmentations, and was sent to the 141 when he was twelve." She chuckled. "Hasn't looked back since. I was his handler for most of his missions until I became your informant, and even then I still kept tabs on him. Keep him on your good side." With that, she turned to a computer screen and studied it. They got the memo and headed back to the Ghost. They both had their own opinions on their new crew member, though the only one that was vocal was Zeb.

"You see those scratches? On his shoulder pad? He must've went toe-to-toe with a Gundark!"

"Actually, it was five Gundarks," Hawk's disguised voice said. He walked out of the small corridor. Before anyone could ask a question, Hawk tapped his armpad a few times. "Alright, Captain Syndulla wants us at Docking Ring 2, we're going incognito for this op."

"Would this be your first mission like this?" Sabine asked.

"I had to fly a Lambda shuttle on Kashyyyk one time, packed to the brim with a bunch of slave drivers." He chuckled darkly. "Crashed the ship and let 'em all burn." Zeb laughed uneasily.

"Well, I don't think we're doing anything like that," He said, opening airlock and into the ship. Hawk immediately recognized the ship form the interior, a Star Commuter 2000 shuttle. Kanan, Hera, Ezra, and an astromech he had never seen before were already inside.

"So we're not taking the Ghost and we're letting Chopper drive?" Sabine asked, grabbing her helmet off a nearby chair. Hera nodded.

"After our stunt on Mustafar, there's a good chance the Empire will be able to track it." Hawk had read that. If it wasn't for Team Magic disrupting the hypervelocity guns on the planet surface, the rebels would have never made it out. Ah well, the men and women of the 141 knew they would be unsung heroes the moment they signed up.

"Great mission so far," Zeb said sarcastically. Hawk grunted in agreement from his seat, digging into his armor's pockets, trying to find something. Chopper put in his sassy two scents in Old Binary from the cockpit. He turned around and began guiding the ship out into space, past the fleet and into hyperspace. As they went into hyperspace, Kanan did some cool tricks with his blaster.

"So what's the plan?" He asked.

"Okay," Ezra began, "So Minister Tua is scheduled to visit Governor Tarkin tomorrow. She leaves Lothal via shuttle at 1800. We wait at the hungar, steal the shuttle and take her to safety."

"Ezra, I hope you're sure about this," Sabine said, worried at the plan's simplicity.

"Don't have to be worried," Hawk said from the back, finally finding the thing he was looking for, "If it's stupid, you'll know when it fails."

"After all the trouble she's made for us, why should we help her?" Zeb asked. Hawk tapped a few commands onto his armpad, and a fist-sized object rose from his lap.

"Because that's what we do," Ezra answered, "Help those who can't help themselves." Hera and Kanan seemed to be proud of his answer. "Plus, her list will help us out." Hawk chuckled in the back.

"Ain't that the truth," He muttered. "And if this goes to shit-which it most likely will- we got this." The combat drone started circling around Chopper's dome, causing him to swat at the mechanical pest. The drone was about six inches long, with four tiny rotors to keep it in the air. While it didn't look like much, the thing had a small tungsten-loaded gun that could punch through a TIE Mauler if charged to the max, though it would overload the cannon and the self destruct the drone.

"That'll help us out?" Zeb asked. Raptor flew the drone to hover right in front of Zeb's face and fired a small bullet at his sideburns, cutting off some loose strands. The bang and the bullet wizzing by his face made the big Lasat scream in fright. Everyone got a good laugh at that, but it all died when they entered realspace in the Lothal System. From what the rebels could see, there were no more than three Imperial 1-Class Star Destroyers in orbit around the planet. An Imperial officer cleared them to land, but no one was paying close attention.

"I didn't think I'd miss it, but I..." Ezra trailed off. Seeing as this was most likely a Jedi matter, Kanan pressed it.

"What is it?" He asked.

"I feel so cold," He replied, sounding scared. Hawk, having gotten back his drone, had a hunch; A Sith Lord. From what he had learned from the Jedi he had met during his short life, a strong Dark Side presence in the Force was usually a cold, black pit, sucking up everything good in the Force. Kanan steeled himself and looked down to the planet below, apparently having the same idea. The shuttle descended to the planet surface, passing two more Star Destroyers, and touched down on a landing pad in downtown. The hatch opened and the crew got out, Ezra looking up into one of the large starship's many spotlights.

"Damn, that's a big ship," Hawk commented as he jumped out of the shuttle. It was mostly sarcastic, as a small but respectable portion of the US Navy had ships bigger than the daggers in orbit.

"I've never seen so many Star Destroyers here," Ezra commented solemnly, "It's gotten worse." The team assembled around in a circle, and began discussing the plan.

"Alright, Zeb, Chopper, stay with the shuttle in case we need a quick exit," Hera ordered. Chooper beeped out an acknowledgement.

"Tua's leaving from Bay 23," Kanan informed them, "Let's go." Ezra lingered back as the team started to head for the exit. As the group walked deeper into the city, Hawk began receiving more and more looks.

"Switching to stealth," He said over the com channel, cloaking and climbing onto the rooftops, digging his armored fingers into the walls of the buildings. He followed the team from above, stopping when they reached the outside perimeter of Bay 23.

"We'll need a distraction," Hera said.

"I'll roll the welcome mat out," Hawk said, dropping down to street level. The only way the rebels knew he was there was the thump he made. "Stay hidden until I give the signal." He crept past the stormtroopers guarding the entrance, and deliberately knocked a can over inside. The stormtroopers immediately aimed their blasters at the source.

"What was that?" The leader, with an orange pauldron, asked himself. They quickly entered the area, and into Hawk's trap. He remotely shut the doors, and placed a Mute Charge down, the device being a quarter of the size of its 900 year old predecessor. The device stopped all sound from escaping the small circle they were in, and Hawk took it to his advantage. He pulled out his PSR, in pistol form, put the barrel under a stormtrooper's chin, and blew his brains out. Next, he kicked another's head so hard he fractured his skull and sent him over the large wall, into the rebels' sight. He stabbed the last regular one in the chest with his knife, extending the blade inside the body so it stuck out the other side. he flung the body to the side and focused on the squad leader as he sheathed his blade. The leader's fate was less gory; A simple twist and his neck was broken. The Mute Charge wore off the moment he fell to the ground and the doors reopened, revealing the carnage he made. The gore triggered a few unwanted memories from Kanan and Hera, but they kept it down.

"Kanan, put the the lead's uniform on," He ordered. "The rest of you, get into position. I'll take out the trash." He tapped a few buttons on his armpad, and a few nano bots popped out of a dispenser on his belt and began cleaning up the blood splatter, bone, brain matter, and shards of plastoid armor from the ground with micro plasma bursts, while Hawk himself threw the bodies behind a few crates in the back. He also checked the Sentinel-class shuttle for anything suspicious, and was relieved to find a bomb in one of the compartments. He quickly disabled it, and sighed happily when it blinked off.

"What is it?" Kanan asked, hearing the sigh over the com.

"Imps rigged a bomb inside the shuttle, probably to assassinate Tua and blame it on us."

"They would do something like that?" Ezra half asked half shouted.

"I've seen them do worse," Hawk admitted. Before anyone could ask what, he quickly added, "It's classified, CIA Level 7." He jogged out of the dropship and turned to Kanan, who was already dressed in the stormtrooper armor. Hawk again looked down to his armpad and, after one simple push, shifted into a generic stormtrooper.

"How...?" Kanan asked.

"Hologram technology," Hawk replied in a typical stormtrooper voice, "It's even compatible with the voice altering tech I have."

"They've gone buckethead," Sabine muttered in disbelief from her position on the roof of the wall.

"I'm kinda jealous," Ezra admitted, "I only have the helmet." He noticed a speeder starting to come down to his position, along with an Imperial troop transport following them. "Here she comes... and she's got company."

"What kind of company?" Hera asked. Ezra pulled out a pair of macrobinoculars and surveyed the speeder's occupants, and didn't like what he saw.

"Oh, fantastic," Ezra said sarcastically, "Agent Kallus." Hawk swore under his breath.

"Okay, change of plan; Sabine, you and I are the distraction, everyone else, make sure that the Minister gets out of here alive." He deactivated his Holo Camo and activated his stealth generator, leaping up to the roof and stalking to over to Sabine's position. "Kanan, stall," He added quickly. The speeder stopped in front of the bay and its occupants climbed out. The stormtroopers in the transport climbed out as well, forming a phalanx around the important Imperial officials.

"Thank you, Agent Kallus," Minister Tua said, holding her hands to her chest in fear, "But there was no need for an escort."

"Lord Vader asked me to make sure you reached your shuttle safely," Kallus replied calmly.

"I see," Tua muttered as she walked into the structure, Kallus and his pet probe droid following her.

"We can't be too careful about security these days," He commented darkly.

"Yes," She conceded, "I suppose so."

"Now," Hawk whispered over the com channels. Sabine jumped down from her perch and landed on the ground with a quiet thud.

"Hey!" She yelled, getting their attention. Hawk reappeared next to her, PSR at full length.

"Straw!" He shouted, not waiting for the awkward silence for his outworldly reference to plug two stormtroopers, turning their brains to mush. Sabine added her own fire as well, downing one stormtrooper, causing Kallus and Tua to back up into the docking bay. Kanan backed up with them too and shot the door controls, closing them permanently. "Alright, clean up!" Hawk yelled, switching his rifle to full auto mode and spraying the area with tungsten slugs.

Normally, armored plastoid alloy that the stormtrooper's armor was made of could withstand bullets and other projectiles of all kinds. But tungsten was the densest and best material that the US could use in weaponry, its properties perfect for anti-armor duties. Needless to say, the armor didn't stand a chance, and within seconds, all five of the stormtroopers were covered with at least four holes each.

"Damn," Sabine commented, "You don't screw around."

"You should've seen Atze-" Hawk was cut off by the troop transport, the main cannon turning around to face them. "Shit! Get in the speeder!" He yelled. Sabine immediately jumped into the driver's seat and gunned it, Hawk hopping into the passenger seat.

"Spectre 1, we have a troop transport coming down on us," Sabine said, "We're gonna head out of town, see if we can get out of there that way."

"Roger, Spectre 5." There was a pause. "Stay safe." Hawk turned around and fired a volley with his PSR in rifle mode, only two of the rounds puncturing the first layer of armor.

"Kinda hard to," He said, loading a new magazine in as the Imperial's cannon fired, missing by a considerable margin. Hawk charged a shot and let it loose, the round destroying the cannon with a blue-flamed explosion. For good measure, he took a pot shot that went straight through the transparitsteel windshield, hopefully splattering the brains of one of the drivers. "Heh, guess that's tha-" The transport rammed into the small speeder, throwing him off.

"Hawk!" Sabine screamed as they moved onto the freeway, hopping a few parked speeders to do so. Luckily, Hawk had gotten his Mag Grips online quickly and had stuck onto the bottom of the speeder, his organs in trouble of getting ripped apart by the repuslorlift waves.

"I'm still-" The speeder was hit again and his left hand got knocked loose, his armor scrapping against the asphalt before he pulled it back up. "-here."

"Where the hell are you!?" She yelled, dodging another slam from the troop transport. He started to slowly climb out from under the speeder, getting on the side with his hands at the back.

"Holding on," He answered, grunting as his foot slipped and slammed into the fast moving ground. He looked over the Imperial vehicle, annoyed. "Wait here," He ordered.

"Wait, what?" Sabine asked, but Hawk had already jumped. He flew over the space between the two repuslorlift craft, landing roughly on the roof of the troop transport. He noticed that the plating of the top separated at a point, the most likely answer being that the troop hold and the cockpit were different modules. He punched the plating above the cockpit, denting and damaging the durasteel armor beyond repair. He pulled it back, destroying the bolts keeping it on the vehicle, revealing one alive driver, and one dead driver, blood leaking from what used to be his head. Hawk grabbed the helpless Imperial by his collar, who was half begging and half crying at this point. Hawk simply threw him away, the poor bastard slamming into a lamppost, breaking his spine and sending bursts of blood in all directions. Hawk jumped across back to Sabine's speeder, just as the troop transport went out of control and slammed into the concrete barrier separating the highway's lanes. Hawk sat back into his seat, reloading his weapon by using the break action to take out the almost empty tungsten container and putting in a fresh one.

"Woah," Sabine said, looking back at the crash, "Remind me to never screw around with you guys." Her communicator beeped. "This is Spectre 5, what's your status?"

"We got the Minister out of the system," Kanan said through the shaky connection, "And so did Zeb and Chop. You two need to find a way out of Lothal and back to the fleet. Sending coordinates."

"Roger that, Spectre 2," Hawk said, typing commands into his armpad, "And I think I have a solution to that." He held up his hand to his helmet and activated his comlink. "Nikolai, this is Hawk, we need a hot extraction at the large tower two klicks East of the city, how copy?" A heavily accented Russian man responded.

"Roger, Hawk, right behind you." A large, box-shaped transport appeared overhead.

"What is THAT?" Sabine asked. Before Raptor could respond, a wide hatch opened up near the bottom hull, a figure coming out and standing on the end.

"That's our ride," Hawk said, "Get in close." Sabine did as instructed. As they got closer, the figure came into shouting range.

"Hawk, you better hurry up!" Nikolai yelled, "Those TIEs don't look promising!" Hawk turned around and looked into the sky, and sure enough, there was a squadron of three TIEs flying towards them.

"Sabine! Go!" He yelled, picking her up by the shoulders and moving her to the passenger seat. He quickly hopped in the driver's seat and took control, one hand on the wheel and the other in his lap closed around his PSR-Pistol form. Sabine didn't question him, and she jumped onto the hood of the speeder, making a leap to the open hatch. She was caught by a tall Terran with a backward baseball cap, gray shirt, headphones, and a tan tactical vest.

"Are you okay, lady?" He asked, getting a short nod from Sabine. She turned to the inside and saw another man. This one had a long sleeved button up with a tactical vest, and a boonie hat. He seemed to be wearing an exoskeleton of some sort, if the pieces of metal attached to his limbs were anything to go by.

"Hawk!" He yelled, taking the IMRA576 that hung around his torso and firing at the TIEs. The 10.65mm tungsten slugs, which were propelled by rails inside the barrel, punched through the glass of one of the TIEs' cockpits and killed the pilot, sending the fighter into the ground. "Get your ass up here!" A dropship filled in the spot the crashed TIE left behind. Hawk took a quick look behind him and climbed out of his seat, denting the hood of the speeder as he stood on it and jumped. The boosters helped him get level with the ramp, but he was pulled back by an invisible force before he could set his feet down. He slammed into the ground, making a crater on contact, and bounced a few times before stopping. He slowly sat up as the Bear transport and the Imps flew off, keying his com as he did so.

"Bravo Six, this is Hawk," He said, getting to his feet, "I'm still green, over."

"Hawk, this is Bravo Six," The other man replied, "We're gonna try to circle around and come back for you, stay at your current position." Hawk saw the dropship turn around and fly in a beeline towards him.

"The dropship's heading my way," He reported, readying his PSR.

"Acknowledged," Bravo Six replied, "I can see the passengers... Shit! Be advised, Target: Windrunner is in that dropship! I repeat, Vader is on his way towards you! Do not engage, run as fast as you can!" Hawk half followed the order, jogging backward while spraying the dropship with tungsten. He ran out of ammo fairly quickly, giving that he set the fire mode at it's highest full auto setting; 1,200 RPM, which was the same as the MG-42. He pulled out the empty tungsten container and was about to push in another one when he felt an invisible force push him back. He landed hard of his back, but quickly got back up. He finished his reload and aimed it at the figure in black, who was stepping off of the dropship. It ignited a red lightsaber and pointed it at him.

"Terran," It said in its cold, robotic voice, "Prepare to meet your end."

"Likewise, you emo fuck," Hawk spat back before opening fire, trying to aim at random points of Vader's body to throw off the blocking abilities that trained Force-Sensitives seemed to have. Vader didn't even raise his lightsaber, instead holding out his hand. The tungsten rounds hit an invisible wall of strong Force energy, and accumulated into a ball of mass the size of an apple before Hawk realized it wasn't working. Vader sent the ball of metal at him, smacking him in the stomach. The ultra-dense ball hit him with the force of a semi truck, denting his armor and sending him sprawling. He didn't even have time to get back up before Vader tore his gun out of his hands with his telekinesis and grabbed him in a Force Choke. Hawk instinctively reached for his throat, and could see Vader raise his saber through his spotty vision.

"Terran scum," He spat out before swinging down. However before the blade could reach Hawk's helmet, Vader suddenly erupted in an explosion. Hawk dropped and, while clutching his aching throat, turned around. The large Bear transport was coming back in reverse with the hatch open, and he could see "Bravo Six" loading the underbarrel grenade launcher that was on his IMR.

"Come on!" He roared. Hawk ignored the strange feeling around his stomach and sprinted across the plains, making sure to grab his PSR on the way. He leaped up the fifteen feet to the ramp, the Exo's servos, his augmentations, and his boosters helping him. He reached out with his hand, and grasped the arm that grabbed it. He was pulled onto the ramp with a large heave, him and Bravo Six scrambling into the main hold as the ramp closed. The two collapsed on the floor, Hawk tearing off his helmet after popping the seal. They stayed laying on the deck for another minute before getting up, brushing off their gear. Bravo Six nodded at Hawk, a ghost of a smile on his face. He had never met him personally before, only after action reports, and he could now see why they were so great.

"Good work, soldier," He said, before walking towards the cockpit.

"Thank you, sir," Hawk replied, looking to the 141 officer. Bravo Six looked back at the curious sergeant.

"I'm Captain John Price, 141, formerly SAS."

"Sergeant Sam Creyar, 141, formerly Give Life." The two nodded to each other before starting for the cockpit again.

The ship itself only had four rooms; The engine/reactor room, the "barracks" (A small broom closet full of bunk beds), cockpit, and the large cargo hold that took up most of the 100 meters of the ship. That was if you didn't count the few mannable point-defense turrets located all around the ship. Right now, it was stocked to the brim with all of the vehicles and hardware that was promised, plus a few extras, including a large shipping container that was converted into a fully stocked armory, and two Jackal starfighters. The two walked up the stairs at the end of the hold that lead to the cockpit, where Nikolai was guiding the ship to space and Sabine was watching him pour over the exotic-looking controls, which were blue-hued holograms that hovered over the controls.

"How's it looking, Nikolai?" Price asked, noting the lack of Imperial ships in pursuit. "We clear?"

"Da, it appears so," He answered, "We still have a few minutes until we're clear of the gravity well, so don't get comfy." As to emphasize his point, the ship rocked as a few laser blasts hit i's back, followed by TIE fighters streaking past the cockpit's window. "Of fuckin course," He muttered as Price entered the co-pilot chair. He checked the radar scopes.

"Looks like a few TIEs," He reported, "But those Star Destroyers are starting to get closer." Nikolai flipped a few switches and grabbed the steering controls.

"I have one nuke just in case a Destroyer gets too close, but that's only if those fighters stall us long enough for them to get into range." He looked to the two teens in the back. "Get on the turrets and take them out!" The two nodded and turned around, Hawk showing Sabine two doors right behind them.

"You take the starboard turret," He ordered, pointing to the right doorway, "I'll take port." He ran down the right hallway, while Sabine nodded and went down the left. Both found seats that were linked to a turret with six gun barrels outside, with smart glass projecting the realm of space while protecting them with the same level as the reinforced tritanium armor on most of the ship. As Sabine sat down and tried to familiarize herself with the controls, Hawk explained them through the headpiece she put on.

"Buttons on the left switch ammo types; EMP, kinetic, or laser. Use EMP to disable anything bigger than a patrol cruiser, kinetic for patrol cruisers and heavy fighters, and lasers for TIEs."

"Got it," Sabine replied as she switched to the laser cannons.

"Oh, and put on those glasses." She looked and saw a pair of glasses, which she put on. Almost immediately a HUD popped up, and wherever she looked the turret followed. "SmartLink aiming," Hawk told her. Sabine nodded even though Hawk couldn't see.

"Those TIEs are making another pass," Nikolai radioed to them, "Blast them to oblivion!"

"Yes sir," Hawk replied sarcastically, "You crazy fuckin Russian." They could hear the scrams of the TIE fighters' ion engines, and soon enough a squadron of five appeared on both sides of the assault transport. While Hawk destroyed each one with near mechanical precision, Sabine had a harder time adjusting to the exotic targeting system. She managed to take out three before the last two strafed the transport and flew over the top, right into Hawk's line of sight. He sent one one ton slug at each, the tungsten rounds busting through the durasteel plating with ease and ripping the pilots inside into two pieces.

"Nikolai, the TIEs are gone," Hawk said, switching to EMP on instinct, "You're clear to get us the fuck outta here!"

"Roger, Hawk," He answered, "Deploying decoys, plotting course for-SHIT! Arquitens cruiser is right behind us!" Hawk cursed under his breath. "We can't leave if that Imperial blows out our engines before we jump!"

"Sabine, get to the back turret!" He ordered before jumping out of his seat, taking his glasses and headphones off, and putting on his helmet before setting down the hallway, Sabine unknowingly mirroring his actions on the other side of the ship. The two met at the back turret, which only had one seat. Hawk took the seat and simply linked the targeting systems to his helmet, taking aim at the command tower of the patrol cruiser.

"Nikolai, this is Hawk, taking the shot," He radioed in. He let a burst of EMP energy fly at the cruiser. "Shot out!" The blast effected the ship similar to how the experimental ground-to-orbit ion cannons some rebel cells had utilized. The lights of the ship flickered, most of the important electronics temporarily disabled. "Nik, there's your opening! If we're leaving, we need to go now!"

"Roger, preparing for lightspeed!" The Russian exclaimed over the com before the familiar streaks of blue and white began moving past the smart glass. The ship was going to a random point in space, where they would go to the rebel fleet afterwards. They were safe.

Hawk collapsed into the chair, unhooking his faceplate and pulling off his helmet. He looked to Sabine, who had taken off her helmet as well.

"Is this how normally operate?" Hawk shrugged his shoulders and looked out to the canvas of hyperspace. Behind his eyes, unseen by the Mandolorian girl, was an untamed fire.

"Most of the time."


XS-99 Exoskeleton: The latest exoskeleton design to be in the US military. The design had increased resilience to blaster bolts, seeing as the majority of the Andromeda galaxy had used the weapons for over 40,00 years. Along with that, it had the typical increases to strength, speed, and maneuverability. One of its many variants, the XSA, is used by a select few Task Force 141 operators. The A series has top of the line Mag Grip magnets that gives the wearer the ability to cling onto starships through hyperspace, and has such advanced servos that it allows an unaugmented wearer to knock a Rancor off of their feet.

Storm PSR Adaptive Weapons System: Developed in 2926 in accordance with the Modernization of Weaponry Plan, the Storm rifle was the first weapon system that could change its caliber of rounds on the run, due to the revolutionary (and classified) internal systems. While the ability to shift it's size didn't come until 2967, it didn't stop the rifle for becoming popular with the entire Special Operations division. Liquid ammo was not uncommon, the ancient IM system that was still being used a prime example. It has become a priority of R&D's Small Arms division to pair the powerful rounds of the Storm rifle with the ear limitless ammo capacity of the IMR.

IMR: While the first series of the Integrated Munitions Rifle had first been constructed by Atlas Corporation in 2047, the basic design had proven itself true throughout the centuries. Only with the introductions of Tibanna gas-based energy weapons and the Storm Rifle did the rifle come into danger of being phased out.

Augmentations: Gene therapy, neural implants, and cybernetics superior to the human body have been in the dreams of scientists for centuries, but only in the 26th century did they truly become a reality. Since 2525, neural implants were standard issue in the Marine Corps, giving the wearer a HUD without eyewear, and IFF tags for drones. Biochemical augmentations were experimented during this time, but their high death rate made them too dangerous for practical use. Only by the 2800s did they become the norm. Mechanical cybernetics were almost never used, only when the soldier in question lost a body part. By Andromeda's standards, every soldier in the US military is a supersoldier, with augmentations and enhancements that improve eyesight, strength, and speed greater of most sentients without putting on an Exo suit. This high quality is evened out by Andromeda's vast numbers advantage, the galactic capital of Coruscant outnumbering the entire population of the USA 2 to 1.

Normally, the more elite your unit, the better and more extensive augmentations you received. However, they are entirely optional, but almost all still go for them. Task Force 141 received some of the best, with some operators considered superhuman compared to the standard Marine. The operators that came out of the Give Life project, however, received augmentations that were estimated to become accessible to the standard 141 operator in half a century.


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EDIT 8/25/2016: Changed Terra to Earth. No real idea why my past self decided that was a good idea. And I also fixed a mistake where an early name of the United Systems Alliance was there instead of... you know, the United Systems Alliance. Sorry for the confusion.

EDIT 11/19/2016: Just fixed a few grammar mistakes to make it look better. Noticed them while I was rereading the story. Didn't get them all, but oh well.

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