Summary/disclaimer: Time for another chapter of Togruta and Apprentice. Enjoy the 1000-word chapter. I don't own Star Wars, Disney and Lucas Arts do.
Garel system, 2 weeks after raid on Christophsis 3BBY
8 Z-95s zoomed towards the Imperial squadron guarding the planet. 3 Light cruisers and a dozen TIE fighters were all that guarded the Gozanti class freighter hauling the fuel, ammo and food that the Ghosts of the Force needed to expand their cell.
Cleve flew his Delta 7 fighter ahead of the fighter group, 2 Y-Wings and a U-wing provided backup for the Jedi as Cleve spoke into the comm.
"Shadow Squadron, take out the escorts, Amber 1 and 2, you're with me, sliver 1, you are in charge of boarding." Cleve and the Y-wings flew in, opening fire and crippling the engines of the freighter as the Z-95s engaged the TIEs as the U-wing knocked out 2 of the imperial fighters with its laser cannons before settling on the side of the ship as the 8 Rebel soldiers, all armed with GH-17 blasters and wearing the garb of Alderaan soldiers cut their way in.
"Shadow Squadron, leave the cruisers to me, take out the fighters." The Y-wings formed up as the 3 Imperial cruisers opened fire with their laser canons.
"Amber 1 and 2, you take out the 2 cruisers, I will handle the middle one." Cleve gunned the small fighter as he weaved in-between the barrage of fire as he gunned the laser cannons and watched as the ship lost shields on the bridge.
"Ok, finishing strike." Cleve gunned the craft down in a strafing run as the cannons destroyed the bridge in a half of fire as the Y-Wings opened fire with proton torpedoes and the light cruisers were blown in half. The 6 remaining Ties were no match for the Z-95s and Y-wings combined.
"Boarding team to Commander Cleve, we have the supplies secured, 2 of our men are down though." Cleve cursed.
"Dead or out cold?" He was answered a minute later.
"Out cold sir, we lost a few men at the raid a week ago." Cleve remembered it well.
"Haul what you can to the cargo hold and then load up and jump. Imperial reinforcements will be here in a few minutes." Cleve watched as the 8 Z-95s and 2 Y-Wings jumped before he was contacted again.
"We have the supplies." The U-wing detached before jumping with Cleve as the Rebel cell escaped, their prize in hand.
Felucia Ghosts of the Force moon base, 3 hours later.
Cleve guided his fighter in along with the rest of the Rebel cell's naval force, Cleve was glad they didn't have as many capital ships.
'Only 12 Cr-90 corvettes and 8 Nebulon frigates along with the Independence.' The Jedi thought, he was glad the cell worried more about small fighters and transports for their fleet then a massive force that could be crushed in a single battle.
"General Ti is here!" Cleve looked behind himself as a MAAT landed and the Togruta, now wearing her Jedi robes stepped off.
"Cleve, to the command center." Cleve nodded and fell into step, he looked around at the dozens of Z-95s, Y-wing and 8 U-wings on the field along with soldiers, equipment and supplies were moving around the base, the moon also had hangers and a command center for the cell to use, all acquired in raids or from Bail.
"Bail?" Shaak Ti nodded as the two entered with 6 Rebel guards, all holding stun batons guarded the room along with 2 Rebel soldiers in jungle fatigues and A-180 blaster rifles guarded the room.
"Transmission from Senator Organa, General." Shaak Ti folded her arms as the Senator appeared on the panel.
"Shaak Ti, Cleve." Cleve nodded in respect.
"Senator Organa, what can the Ghosts of the Force do for you?" The Senator straightened and cleared his throat before speaking.
"Well, your raids have allowed other cells to move around more freely, I also see supplies, troopers and ships are in short supply." Cleve spoke up.
"Yes, Z-95s are in surplus from the abandoned factories, our techs are working on making more Y-wings from the designs…. Only problem is the U-wings, we only have 8, we can't move as much infantry around with so little…. On the bright side, we have enough supplies to last 2 or 3 years and the raids inspire more soldiers to join." Senator Organa nodded before clearing his throat to move onto the main issue he had on his chest.
"Do you remember Jedi Master Kota?" Shaak Ti and Cleve shared looks.
"Yes, why?" Bail sighed.
"We need help to get him out of a spot of trouble, he and his militia are attacking a TIE fighter factory over Nar Shaddaa, his forces just left. I need someone to get him out of the fire, I know you said that you won't be getting involved with the larger rebel cells yet so if you do this, I won't call on you again for a while… And I will try and get more troops and ships to expand the cell." Shaak Ti looked at Cleve.
"How many ships do you need?" Bail thought for a second before responding.
"An entire squadron, the Imperial fleet is going to be waiting for him and they have an Inquisitor on the station." Shaak Ti groaned, knowing that it would be sending half of their forces into battle more or less.
"Cleve and Admiral Martz will be there, I will oversee the battle from here." Cleve watched as she turned off the commutator as Bail nodded in understanding.
"That's half of our fighters and U-wings." Shaak Ti nodded.
"I know, you are to extract Kota and as many of his men as you can, I will send a quarter, we cannot afford to lose so many so early." Cleve nodded and began to walk out before Shaak Ti kissed him.
"May the force be with you, my love." Cleve nodded.
"May it be with you as well, Ti."
Author notes
Ok, this is where it enters Force Unleashed in a few parts. Next part will be up this Thursday. Until then, Lighting Wolf out!