Disclaimer: Don't own Star Wars Rebels. Wish I didn't need to say this in every chapter, but I will until I hear otherwise.
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The Stormtroopers had been told to be on the lookout for three rogue bounty hunters who had been last seen on the planet. They had also remembered the multitude of attacks against an Imperial air base on Lothal, courtesy of "The Artist". Two troopers were standing guard over a transport ship. One trooper saw something and nudged his weapon into the arm of his comrade, who turned to look at him. The first trooper gestured to something that they both found suspicious.
Two more soldiers were walking towards them, pushing a blue-skinned Twi'lek woman forward. "Please, have mercy." The woman begged, in the accent her kind was known for.
"Hold it right there, soldiers." The first stormtrooper called. "State your business."
"We've been ordered to carry out a prison transfer." One of the troopers replied.
"There was never an order for a prison transfer." The second guard argued. "And where is your identification, trooper?"
"Uhh..."
"Right here!" The other trooper yelled, raising his blaster and in two seconds, both Stormtroopers were down.
"Hey! Stop them!" yelled a third Stormtrooper. A squadron of them appeared, raising their weapons. The Twi'lek ran off as her "captors" opened fire on the approaching imperials. Two more stormtroopers rounded the corner in front of her, but they couldn't even raise their weapons before she lifted them into the air with a single gesture, hurling them away.
"She's a Jedi!" One stormtrooper shouted. "Blast her!"
She leapt into the air and ignited her lightsaber, deflecting shots back at her attackers. Suddenly, a few stormtroopers turned around and started shooting at their comrades. In minutes, the base was roaring with the sounds of blaster fire, as Imperial troops struggled to discern friend from foe. The Twi'lek, however, knew exactly how to tell who was on her side: Don't hurt anyone whose weapons fired blue bolts. With a swing of her saber, Aayla Secura leapt back into the fray.
Meanwhile, at the other end of the base, another round of chaos was about to begin. Up in the scaffolding of a hangar, two individuals lay in wait. Down below, one of the stormtroopers shouted "There's an uprising in sector 5-B. A Jedi and rogue troopers. We need backup, now!"
Imperial troops started rushing out, intent to quell the attack. The two figures glanced at each other and dropped down from their perches, discarding their cloaks. The taller of the two was a Kiffar man, with a Yellow stripe across the bridge of his nose. His long, dark hair was bunched up in messy dreadlocks, and he carried a grim but determined expression.
His colleague couldn't have looked less like him. Where he was rough and muscular, she was thin and lithe. Unlike him, she had short, well-kept blond hair that was parted to one side, and her striking blue eyes stood out against her pale gray skin. The only external hint that they knew each other at all was the gold rings on their respective hands.
"Another successful landing." The Kiffar man stated proudly, earning a snide laugh from his wife.
"I don't know, darling," the Dathomirian woman replied. "It looked rather sloppy to me."
He laughed and said, "Hey, give me a break. I'm out of practice."
"If you two could please focus, we have some walkers to steal." A voice called over their comlinks.
"Don't you talk to your parents like that, Kuron." The former Nightsister snapped, despite the grin on her face. "Show us some respect."
"Give me a break, Mom," came the reply. "I'm seventeen years old. I'm practically an adult."
"Hey, you're not allowed here." Shouted a stormtrooper, as the two intruders ceased the transmission.
The Dathomirian raised her arms as if surrendering, and her husband followed. "You're right," she calmly said with a devious smile. "We were just about to leave, weren't we, Quinlan?"
"Yes," the Kiffar Jedi Master replied. "I believe we were, Asajj."
The stormtroopers paused in confusion before one of them yelled, "Wait a minute. You're-"
He was cut off when both Force wielders used a combined force push, sending the troopers flying. Quinlan Vos ignited his lightsaber, and Asajj Ventress ignited hers, which casted a golden glow on the dark hangar.
"Ready to go, Honey?" Quinlan asked.
"Like you even need to ask." Ventress replied, as they rushed at their enemies.
Meanwhile, two stormtroopers within the complex building got word of the Kiffar and the Nightsister, and as other stormtroopers rushed out to try and detain them, the two troopers stayed behind.
"So, two of those bounty hunters are here," one trooper said. Neither of them noticed the green mist floating towards them.
"We need to find the third. He has to be here somewhere." Added the other soldier. "Who else wants to find him?"
"Right behind you." Came a voice from behind them. They had just enough time to turn around before the individual smacked each of them over the head with his shotguns. Before the guards could react, he disappeared.
Unbeknownst to them, he was in fact still in the room. He dissolved into a green mist and floated up to an elevated walkway before reappearing. He fired off rounds upon rounds of green bolts, which would either cripple or kill any stormtrooper that was hit, depending on where they were hit. What gave these weapons that extra kick was the main power source: Kyber crystals.
Kuron Vos continued to alternate between firing off rounds from his shotguns and disappearing into a green mist, which rendered him completely invisible to the Imperial troopers. Suddenly, his comlink beeped.
"Kuron, we're pinned. We need back up."
"What was that?" Kuron asked jokingly.
He could almost hear his dad roll his eyes playfully as he replied "Please?"
"I'm on it." Kuron said. He rushed up a stair way, and into an AT-AT walker.
"What was that?" One of the troopers asked, before a green bolt went through each of their heads. Kuron pushed them away and sat at the controls.
"Hey, uhh..." He spoke into his com link. "I know this might be a bad time, but uhh, how do I shoot with this thing?"
He heard his parents laughing as he fumbled through the multitude of controls, before an explosion in front of him made him lurch. "Never mind," He added. "I found out how to shoot."
He slowly started moving forward, shooting at any stormtroopers that got too close.
"How are you two holding up, Dad?" Kuron asked.
"We're fine, thanks." Quinlan responded, before adding. "But seriously, how does the Empire even stay together? These stormtroopers can't hit anything."
"You're telling me, Dad. They just keep coming. They're like ants." Kuron sighed. And I'm the kid with a magnifying glass, he thought.
His thoughts were eventually interrupted when the stolen walker started to wobble. "Uh, oh." He said. "I'm going down!"
The AT-AT tipped over, landing hard on its side; the left legs had been sliced clean through. Quinlan Vos was standing at a distance, along side his wife and the platoon of "rogue stormtroopers", most of whom bore the mark of the old Jedi insignia on their uniforms, marking them as Clone troopers loyal to the Jedi.
The blue blade of Aayla Secura's lightsaber deactivated as she turned to look at the damage she caused. Although the troops couldn't see what she saw, she sighed in relief as a snaking cloud of green mist emerged from the wreckage. Kuron materialized and started coughing, waving the dust from his face as he said, "A little warning would be nice next time, Miss Aayla."
"My apologies, Sir Kuron." The Twi'lek Jedi replied, bowing her head. She had been honored to help train her former master's son.
"It's fine," he reassured her. "Let's get out of here."
The clones each rushed to one of the TIE Fighters, while the four Force Wielders took the transport ship. Minutes later, the complex went up in flames, and as the escaping ships departed, the turbulence caused the rising clouds of smoke to form the symbol of the Rebel Alliance.
A/N: Another short chapter, I know. But it was to help set the stage for more characters who will be important throughout the story. And yes, for those of you who have played Overwatch, I did base Kuron Vos' abilities off of Reaper. For those of you who haven't played Overwatch, what the heck are you doing with yourselves? Go play that game right now!
Anyways, Kuron Vos' first name is based on the Japanese word for black, "Kuro". His ability to become a green mist, while inspired by Overwatch, also stems from the fact that green mist is associated with the Nightsisters, such as his mother, Asajj Ventress.
As for the fact that Quinlan Vos and Asajj Ventress being married, I was inspired by the fact that they were already considered lovers in the real canon, so it makes sense here.
One last note about Kuron's powers: When he disappears into the mist, only someone with skill in the Force can see him at all. Non-Force sensitives like the Stormtroopers don't even see the mist.