ME: Now time to adapt "The Call"...which was basically, for a real life analogy, the equivalent of Navy SEALs invading an Iranian oil rig or refinery, stealing all the oil, then blowing it up without letting the workers evacuate first.

In order words, quite possibly the stupidest episode yet. What the hell was Filoni smoking?

One Citizenry. One Empire. One Emperor.

(Slogan used by COMPNOR)

"We need fuel to continue operations," Commodore Ackbar said as the meeting began. "The Mining Guild has a refinery in the Corporate Sector that is providing fuel to the Empire." The Mon Calamari officer then tapped at the holotank, displaying the planetoid where said refinery was located. "If we raid that refinery, we can kill two mynocks with one shot."

Kanan nodded. "Spectre Team can infiltrate that refinery," said the Jedi Colonel. "A corvette coming in for a landing will be spotted, enabling the refinery to raise an alarm. A battalion of Marines will probably be able to handle any local security, but that won't matter if a VSD shoots their corvette down before it can get clear of the planetoid. My team and I, on the other hand, can infiltrate the refinery and make sure they won't be able to call for reinforcements."

Colonel Odie Subu, attending the meeting via hologram from aboard Jun Sato (a corvette renamed after the deceased man who once served as Commodore of Phoenix Fleet), nodded. "Sounds like a plan, Colonel Jarrus. Once you've made sure that these unfortunate bastards can't call for reinforcements, Sato can land and provide reinforcements. Liberator and the rest of the fleet can remain in orbit to discourage the curious."

Ackbar: "Is there anything either of you wish to bring up?" When neither of the Colonels said anything after ten seconds, the Commodore smiled. "Then it seems we are in agreement."

The vessels of Phoenix Fleet powered up their hyperdrives, angled themselves towards the Corporate Sector, and jumped into hyperspace.

*CUT TO: LANDING PAD, MINING GUILD REFINERY*

"Welcome to our newest refinery, Baron Tagge," said Drew Trump, President and CEO of the Mining Guild. "We appreciate your investments in this magnificent facility, my lord."

The business magnate and nobleman nodded. "I am always looking to improve the financial situation of my family," Baron Orman Tagge responded. "My brother Silas here, on the other hand, is interested in the local purrgil population as test subjects for his research."

A stout Rodian who managed the refinery named Yushyn stepped forward. "Your Lordship," he said in a respectful tone, "I will kill as many of those disgusting things as your brother wishes. The purrgil are nothing but interstellar travel hazards that try and consume the gas we refine, Baron. It's not as if they're ecologically invaluable, sir, so I could kill all of them today and I wouldn't lose any sleep over it."

Doctor Silas Tagge nodded at Yushyn. "I appreciate your enthusiasm, Foreman. One can never have too many lab animals, so kill and retrieve as many as you can."

*CUT TO: COCKPIT OF ARRS GHOST*

"Exiting hyperspace in t-minus ten," Hera said, "nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, now."

The infamous (amongst Imperials) freighter dropped back into realspace. Just as Ghost finished decelerating, her Captain noticed a group of animals she never liked.

"Purgill!" Hera yelled as she contacted Phoenix Fleet. "Ghost Actual to Fleet, be advised: In case none of you have noticed, we have a pod of purgill right off our bows! Commodore Ackbar, do you read? Over."

"I read you loud and clear, Captain Syndulla," Ackbar responded. "All ships, these purgill are nothing but navigation hazards. Feel free to use them for target practice, but keep energy expenditures to a minimum. Happy hunting, everyone."

"NO!" Ezra said as he rushed into the cockpit. "Hera, these animals aren't malicious!"

"I've lost friends thanks to these purgill, Ezra." Hera kept her voice level even though the Padawan had annoyed her slightly. "I won't lose people in an effort to be nice."

The five corvettes of Phoenix Fleet opened fire with their laser cannons. Against such firepower, the purgill pod had no chance and all of the beasts were killed within a minute.

"I could have saved them," Ezra said, glum.

"I'm sorry, but we can't take unnecessary risks, Ezra," Hera said in an effort to console the boy.

Sabine entered the cockpit in full armor and carrying Ezra's helmet. "Hey, Ez," she said as the young Mandalorian tossed the Jedi his helmet, "get your bucket on. We're jumping."

"Jumping, Sab?" Ezra asked as they went to the airlock. Present were Kanan, Chopper, and Lucas. The rebel agent now wore a modified version of the armor worn by Phoenix Fleet's SEAL detachment, while Ezra's master wore a decorated suit of Stormtrooper armor.

"Sabine," said Kanan, "I thought I only let you borrow this suit to look at it."

"Well I didn't like the look of it," she replied. "Look at it this way, now there's no way anyone on our side's gonna shoot you."

"We're jumping?" Ezra asked, for Sabine hadn't thought to explain things for him.

"Yeah," answered Lucas. "We need to avoid alerting the Guild, so we jump and thus avoid showing up on their sensors. Also, this planetoid's gas is toxic, so keep that helmet sealed."

"Copy that," replied Ezra. "But you got a jetpack and Sabine can use Chopper, how exactly are Kanan and I gonna land?"

Kanan: "We'll use the Force."

"Okay..."

The five rebels jumped out of Ghost soon after. Lucas used his jetpack (which actually used a pair of miniaturized ion engines rather than jet engines) to slow down, while Sabine held onto Chopper as the droid slowed himself down. Kanan was able to successfully land with the Force, but Ezra was not as lucky as his master, forcing the older Jedi to save him.

"I'm gonna have to work on that," Ezra said after he started to breathe normally again. "Thanks, Kanan."

"You're welcome, and I'll make sure you do."

Unfortunately, a Rodian guard (whose partner had successfully killed a purgill with an E-Web) turned around and spotted the quintet. "Fierfek, intruders!" the security guard cursed as he opened fire.

Kanan deflected the red particle bolts while Ezra took cover behind his instructor and shot the Rodian with a stun round. His partner, having just finished yelling, "Intruder alert! Intruder alert!" into his comlink, cursed in Huttese before opening fire with his E-Web.

"So much for our stealth mission!" commented Lucas as he aimed at the Mining Guild PMC with his suppressed SMG and fired a five-round burst.

Kanan nodded before contacting Hera. "Spectre One to Spectre Two, be advised: We may have alerted the Guild, over."

"May have?"

*CUT TO: CONTROL ROOM, MINING GUILD REFINERY*

Trump smiled as he led the two scions of the House of Tagge on a tour of the refinery. "As you can see, Baron Tagge and Doctor Tagge," the CEO of the Mining Guild said, "this refinery is fully operational and is operating without-."

"Intruder alert! Intruder alert!"

"Wait, what?" Trump sputtered.

"Unidentified sender on this channel," said a female Rodian technician, "this is Dispatch. Please identify yourself and state your location, over."

"Sirs, sirs!" another technician, this one sitting at a surveillance station, said. "Cameras have sighted intruders on the patrol bridge!"

"Fuel thieves!" Boss Yushyn hissed before he proceeded to start barking orders. "Sound the alarm and alert our sentries, protect the shipment at all costs! Someone activate the droids as well!"

"This can't be happening!" protested Trump. "How did they infiltrate the facility? What do I pay you people for?!"

Orman shook his head. "They cannot be nearly as overpaid as you are."

"I will personally ensure whoever brings me back at least one intact intruder corpse," Silas told Yushyn. "A scientist must have as much biological material as he can acquire."

Yushyn: "Sir, yes, sir!" Privately, though, the somewhat overweight Rodian was somewhat disturbed by the Human nobleman and his obsession with collecting test subjects.

*CUT TO: PATROL BRIDGE, MINING GUILD REFINERY*

"Spectre One to all units, we've been compromised!" Kanan said into his comlink as the Mining Guild guards opened fire. "I say again, the Guild's aware of our presence! Stealth's no longer an option, does anyone copy?"

"This is Sato Actual, I copy," said the Captain of Sato. "We'll jam their transmissions so they can't call for help and move in to land, do you read? Over."

"Loud and clear, Sato Actual!" Kanan responded.

"Ezra, we need covering fire!" Lucas said, having switched to a dropped E-11 rifle since his slugthrower SMG didn't have a very long range.

"Covering!" the Padawan replied, shooting at the guards. Besides the Rodians, there were also a number of B1 battle droids and Guardian police droids (which had served the Coruscant Security Force but had been retired from service following the end of the Clone Wars) repainted, modified, and reprogrammed to serve the Mining Guild.

The refinery's complement of modified TIE fighters took off. One of them moved in to provide air support for the Guild guards and targeted Ezra. Knowing he would not be able to survive a protracted fight with the TIEs, the Lothalite Jedi abandoned the E-Web and ran for cover.

"We really could use Hera right about now!" he told Kanan.

"I know!" Kanan replied. "Hera, where the kriff are you?"

"Right where I need to be," Hera said as she targeted the TIE targeting her husband and surrogate children before firing and destroying it.

Just as one of the Mining Guild fighters gained a lock on Ghost, Sato opened fire with her six laser cannons. The remaining TIEs were soon all shot down, prompting the security guards to flee inside, the organic PMCs and droids having correctly guessed that the rebel corvette would not fire upon the refinery.

Kanan, having sensed the presence of an organic crew aboard a luxury starship parked on the landing pad, allowed the crew to flee to safety before clearing Sato to destroy it so she could land. He then greeted Colonel Subu as the CR90's landing ramp lowered to let the Marines off.

"Good to see you and your soldiers, Colonel Subu," Kanan said to the older officer.

"Marines," Subu corrected, knowing that correcting another officer was inappropriate but mildly annoyed at the younger Colonel for referring to her troops as soldiers. "But same here, Colonel Jarrus. Is your team ready?"

"They are."

Zeb came down the ramp of Ghost, which had landed before Sato had, armed with a Z-6 rotary blaster cannon. "I can't wait to use this thing," he said, smiling underneath his respirator.

"Not here, Zeb," instructed Kanan. "We can't risk any accidental explosions, so use your rifle instead and watch your fire."

"Ugh," the Lasat Sergeant Major replied, but Zeb obeyed orders and grabbed his bo-rifle.

The Marines and Spectre Team entered the refinery, the former using blast shields to provide moving cover. While the Mining Guild security force had the home field advantage, they were not trained (or programmed, in the case of the droids) to face opponents such as the Alliance Marine Corps and many of the organic guards lacked proper experience. The personal guards of the Tagges and Trump were better trained and equipped, but they were still gunned down by the rebel troops and were unable to turn the tide. Before long all the security droids had been destroyed, leaving the Marines to collect their dead and wounded and guard the prisoners, which consisted mainly of civilian workers but also a few organic guards that had surrendered and a few men who definitely were not part of the refinery's workforce judging by their attire.

Kanan looked at a dark-haired man with a goatee and a pair of cybernetic eyes. "Who are you?" he asked.

The older man laughed. "Typical rebel rube," he sneered. "Ignorant of the identities of your betters."

Sabine tapped at a datapad. "This is Baron Orman Tagge," she said with distaste. "Head of the noble family House of Tagge and the Tagge Company, the latter of which is also known as TaggeCo. The balding guy with blue hair is his brother, Doctor Silas Tagge, head scientist of TaggeCo. The asshole with the ugly combover is Drew Trump, President and CEO of the Mining Guild."

"My hair is not ugly!" argued Trump. "And I am not an asshole!"

Sabine responded by raising her middle finger. "These guys have two brothers and a sister. Their brothers are both Imperial Military, though their sister hasn't been seen in awhile."

"My sister is above the lust of the media, girl!" Orman snarled.

"I heard rumors about their sister, Domina Tagge, in the Academy," said Lucas. "Apparently Silas suggested she marry into the Imperial Family when she got old enough, Orman got pissed and assaulted him before sending her to join the Order of the Sacred Circle, apparently because he wanted Domina to remain the one person in their family who was pure, uncorrupted, and innocent."

"Wait," Colonel Subu questioned before Orman could respond, "he responded to Silas suggesting she agree to a political marriage by assaulting him and sending her to some remote colony?"

"I did what I had to do, peasant!" insulted Orman.

"That actually sounds kind of creepy," Ezra commented. "You could've just persuaded her not to marry some distant relative of the Emperor's or something."

*CUT TO: BRIDGE OF ARRS LIBERATOR*

"Spectre One to Fleet Actual," said Colonel Jarrus as his hologram materialized into view.

"Receiving, Colonel Jarrus," Ackbar responded.

"Commodore, we've secured the refinery," reported the Jedi Colonel. "Marines've taken casualties, but Sato's handling the wounded. Additionally, we've taken three CSA VIPs prisoner. One of them is Baron Tagge."

"Wonderful news, Colonel," the Mon Calamari officer said. "I'm sorry to hear about the losses, but thanks to you and your team Colonel Subu's regiment has lost less good men and women."

"Sirs!" said the sensor operator. "We're picking up contacts coming out of hyperspace!"

"Shields up," ordered Captain H'Arman.

A Victory I-class Star Destroyer and a pair of Marauder-class corvettes exited hyperspace. Ackbar cringed; the VSD was relatively slow at sublight speed, but it had more firepower than all of Phoenix Fleet and the Picket Fleet corvettes were better armed than any of the CR90s.

"Colonel Jarrus, CSA ships have entered the system," he told the Jedi Knight. "We'll have to retreat or risk being destroyed."

"Wait, Commodore Ackbar," said Jarrus. "I have an idea."

*CUT TO: BRIDGE OF CSAS ETTI IV*

"Commodore, we are receiving a transmission from the refinery."

Commodore Nick Slatten raised an eyebrow in curiosity before he answered the hail, choosing to respond via his personal viewscreen.

"Star Destroyer," said a Human male with a ponytail, "I am a Colonel of the Alliance to Restore the Republic. I have urgent information for you."

"Not now, rebel," Slatten replied dismissively. "I have your armada to demolish." A bloodthirsty man who had hoped his squadron would encounter and engage pirates on their patrols, the Picket Fleet officer had been pleased to have an opportunity to fight rebel terrorists. Slatten hoped to capture their flagship and trade the leading insurgents to the Empire for a reward, though if he had to the CSA Commodore would be satisfied with simply destroying every ship he saw and annihilating any escape pods they launched.

"I was afraid you'd say that," said the rebel before he grabbed another man offscreen and dragged him into view. "Do you recognize this guy?"

Slatten's eyes widened in shock. It was Baron Orman Tagge, head of the House of Tagge and CEO of TaggeCo. "This is just a trick!"

"I'm going to make you a deal, buddy," said the Colonel. "You not only hold your fire, but allow our ships to refuel in peace then leave. In exchange, we will leave you Baron Tagge and his brother as well as Drew Trump in an escape pod before jumping to hyperspace and we will leave this refinery intact."

"You bluff!" Slatten yelled. "How do I even know if-."

"-I am Baron Tagge, you fool!" said the Tepasi nobleman. "Now do as he says!"

"Or you can engage my friends in orbit," said the rebel Colonel. "You can probably kill them all if they don't escape into hyperspace, but then I will have no reason to not take Tagge as a hostage. You think your superiors will appreciate you if Baron Tagge ends up a prisoner of the Alliance thanks to you?"

Slatten pounded his fist in anger but complied. "Stand down," he ordered. "The rebels have the upper hand for once in their miserable lives."

"I'm glad we could reason with you, buddy."

The rebel corvettes and transports entered the atmosphere of the planetoid, refueled, then reentered space before initiating their hyperjumps. The last rebel ship, a CR90 corvette, left the atmosphere and hailed Etti IV.

"You've held up your end of the bargain, Picket Fleet. So we will honor ours."

An escape pod was jettisoned, and the corvette fled into hyperspace soon after. Slatten was tempted to give the order to fire the moment the pod was away, but he didn't want to risk killing the Tagges and Trump.

After the irate Baron Tagge, his brother Doctor Tagge, and Trump were recovered, Slatten attempted to hail the refinery but received no response and the sensor operated reported that the facility's thermal signature was inconsistent with that of an active refinery after scanning it. Alarmed, he sent a platoon of Espos and a squadron of Authority IRD-A fighters to investigate but they reported that the rebels had fried the facility with an EMP. The refinery was intact, but it was effectively disabled. The Commodore knew he would be lucky just to be demoted and disgraced; thanks to the rebels, an economic blow had been struck against the Corporate Sector Authority.

I am so fucked.

ME: This chapter is dedicated to Alexander "Sasha" Pechersky, a Russian Jew who led a successful uprising in the Sobibor concentration camp during World War Two, only to be mistreated by Stalin, a very evil Georgian with an ugly mustache. Forget the leftist apologists, the USSR was not kind to Jews.

There's a reason jetpacks haven't been mass produced in real life, just check out TV Tropes. They look cool, but in reality they'd be really impractical. Clearing flying cars and maglev trains are what we should look forward to instead for our future transportation needs.

I named the Mining Guild CEO after Trump and the idiot who wrote Lightsaber Lost, though I dislike the former more for insulting McCain, a man who was a guest at the Hanoi Hilton (spoiler alert: it was a hellish POW camp). Not subtle, but subtlety already shot itself in the head with a 5.7 when I had COMPNOR Put on the Reich in the quote (though COMPNOR itself has been compared to the SS).

I'm not an expert on fusion fuel, but considering how deuterium is an isotope of hydrogen I figure you wouldn't want to risk shooting barrels of fusion fuel. I read a mini-novel by Tom Clancy where a unit of Marines tasked with securing an oil field or a refinery, I don't remember, used beanbag rounds for this exact reason. I was originally gonna have the rebels use stun rounds but thought it would be stupid.

I got information on Cassio's weird brothers from Wookieepedia and my good friend Ahsokafanboy1138.

Theory: Hux and Kylo being even more antagonistic compared to Tarkin and Vader was intentional to reflect them being younger. Additionally, Kylo suggesting the FO use clones actually does makes sense in-universe. Besides disliking Hux, Kylo strives to emulate his grandfather and Vader was at his most badass when he only had a prosthetic hand for cybernetics and the 501st were all-clone.

I named Slatten after a Blackwater (now Academi) contractor who was convicted of first-degree murder. Ironically Blackwater actually had a good record beforehand.