A/N: Once again, I'm sorry for how short last chapter was, and sadly this one is too. My creative mind has been really suffering. Plot wise, things are going to be picking up from here. What?! There's more to this story than romance and babies?! :) Yes, there's actually a plan for PLENTY of violence, space battles included, this is NOT just a bunch of fluff with some brief action thrown in on the side. We're talking war and revolution here, people :) Just to clear things up, there will be a LOT of OCs in this, most of them are just minor characters though. This story will have various subplots, so try to keep up. Riyo's pregnancy is one, and I get to introduce a new one this chapter :) The OCs and story are all I own, thanks for sticking with me thus far :)

Okay, rambling over. Enjoy, and don't forget to review :)


Rex POV:

Breakfast was a loud affair. With eight fully grown Mando men, that was kind of expected. Ahsoka laughed and joked along with the boys, her blue eyes alight with joy. Another friend had made it home, another member of the family was back safe. Chuchi sat next to Chopper, wolfing down flatbread like she'd never see food again.

'She is eating for two.' Rex reminded himself. The thought brought a smile to his face. Looking around the table, seeing his family together, things felt right. For the first time since the galaxy had spun off its axis, Rex felt at peace. So much was still wrong, the Empire, Jedi survivors hiding to try and stay alive, the cruelty and fear, all of it ravaged the galaxy. For this one moment however, everything seemed perfect to the former captain. For now, he and his family lived in their own perfect world.

A world that couldn't last.

The soldier in Rex knew they couldn't all stay here. Chopper and Chuchi would probably need to return to Pantora in a few days to avoid alerting the Imperials. Glancing at his younger brother's war torn face, Rex knew Chopper had already come to the same conclusion. It pained the clone to have to see a brother leave so soon after returning, but at least now they could keep in contact via holo.

The sound of a comm going off drew Rex out of his thoughts. Conversations died as Ahsoka raised her arm and accepted the call.

"Yes?"

"Ahsoka, we need you and the others in the war room." Organa's voice sounded strained "There's been an attack."

Everyone around the table froze, breakfast forgotten. All the clones sat tensely in their seats, ready -and maybe eager- for action. Even Chopper looked ready for a fight, one hand resting on Chuchi's shoulder protectively. Numa huddled closer to Boil, her eyes wide as the trooper wrapper an arm around her in a comforting hug. Glancing next to him, Rex shared a glance with Ahsoka. Her blue eyes burned with an inner fire that Rex knew well. She had missed the fight, and she was more than ready to leap head-first into the fray.

"We'll be right there."


No POV:

Halfway across the galaxy, on the world of Corellia, Imperial stormtroopers were laying waste to Coronet City, Corellia's bustling capital. The sounds of blasterfire and explosions mingled wih the screams of the rebels and any who had dared harbor them. Half of the city was burning as the Imperials destroyed any and all resistance. Imperial walkers slowly trudged through the city, blasting any who resisted. The attack had come without warning, no indication that the Empire had become aware of the resistance force that had been growing onworld.

Standing on a rooftop in the midst of the chaos, a lone figure watched the destruction, a wicked smile on his thin lips. His officer's uniform was clean, despite the ash and smoke that wafted through the air. He kept his eyes trained on one building in particular; a warehouse in one of the poorer districts of the city. Inside, rebel spies frantically tried to relocate data, stolen Imperial secrets and rebel codes being haphazardly encrypted, but were quickly cut down by Imperial forces. He was thankful to the loyal citizen who had anonymously alerted them to the presence of the Rebellion, and had seen the being paid accordingly. The Empire would reward him for this conquest, surely, such a victory over the rebel scum could not be overlooked. Perhaps he would be granted control of this system, be made a moff. He smiled, envisioning the possibility. Power was priceless in the galaxy, and he would do whatever it took to gain it for himself.

"So it begins." he said softly, a malicious gleam in his eyes.