CHAPTER 7
THE END of THE DARK
Dykon was sitting down in the mess hall, eating breakfast (a not so good mix of eggs and sausage) while comprehending Cino's last words. According to Cino, whenever there was an attack, he would have to go to the armory when all the Stormtroopers were gone and blow the place up with a thermal detonator. It had been two months since then, and there was no sign of attack. Not only that, but he would die in the process, and so would the Rebels. There must be another way without him dying or destroying the Rebels.
Since that time things haven't been any better for Dykon. In fact, they have become worse. Once Captain Kareel told them about his love, his hurting his friends, and how he 'viscously and barbarically attacked' him, they grew angry. His parents sent very nasty Holomessages about how inhuman it was to be in love with a 'dirty disgusting alien', and how he should treat his fellow human with respect. Dykon just ignored the silly messages, but he wished he could just really send a vulgar message back, but Vienta wouldn't have appreciated that. He was waiting for a transfer to a new Star Destroyer, but Kareel hadn't told him any news of that yet. Maybe his destiny was to blow up a Star Destroyer. How poetic.
"G'Harra!" yelled a voice behind him. "Isn't that the friend who punched you?"
"A friend wouldn't do a think like that", yelled G'Harra. "An friend of an alien is no friend of mine". Even though G'Harra hadn't been his friend for months, the comment still stung. He didn't know that prejudice could do so much. It had destroyed his friendship, his family, his career, and maybe even the whole galaxy with the Emperor's pro human attitudes. In the ancient days of humanity, the light colored people of human planets such as Coruscant were prejudice against the darker skinned people. That was thousands of thousands of years ago, but now that was all over. He hoped that the Rebellion might end this same kind of prejudice against aliens.
"Attention all Imperials", said a feminine voice on the loudspeaker, more commonly known as 'the computer'. "There is a Rebel task for heading for here. All Imperial TIE Pilots, get to your ships. All Imperial Stormtroopers get your armor on". Suddenly there was mass panic in the mess all, for all of them were either getting their white armor on or their black space suit on. Meanwhile, Dykon had no clue what to do. He didn't want to let Cino down by not accomplishing that one last wish, but he didn't want to die, either. Also, it would be a waste of Rebels. There must be one way to win this...
"Get down!" yelled a voice behind him. He then ducked and the window behind him shattered. Once he got up, he looked out the window to see what was going on. About five Y-Wing fighters, the sluggish Rebel bombers, made several runs around the building bombing the hell out of it, and Dykon could barely make out a dozen Rebel X-Wing fighters zooming towards the building. He barely saw a Rebel Medium Transport, which meant that Troops would be inside the building, but he was forced to leap out of the way as another bomb came flying this way.
Maybe instead of risking his life he could use it to make a difference in the Rebellion. He had been with the Empire for five years and knew about several bases he had been to- especially this one. However, he would need the proper armor to dress up as one...
Suddenly, his luck boomed once he went into the hallway and saw the bodies of several Stormtroopers and rebels, all covered in blood and either dead or dying. He looked at all the dying Rebels and picked out which had the cleanest clothes, and switched clothes, but still kept his Rattakeen necklace on for good luck. He had one blaster, a few magazines, and several grenades in terms of weapons. He was good to go.
He found a trail of blood of the floor and followed it, for it might lead him to the hall of the Stormtroopers. However, he heard several voices and hid behind a wall and was glad he did, for several Stormtroopers were walking by. He could try to combat them, for they could be beat them with the help of the other Rebel troopers, but they were nowhere to be seen. Even though he might have died then, he flipped the top of one of his grenades and threw it at the Stormtroopers. Once there was an explosion and several screams he flipped another one and ran out, but once the second one exploded he saw about ten Stormtroopers aiming their guns at him.
"Freeze", said a Stormtrooper, "You Rebel sc..." Before he could finish his sentence several blast went through the air and hit all of the Stormtroopers. Then, several of the Rebel Troopers came down to Dykon.
"That was a foolish tactic!" yelled one of the Rebels. "That was suicide! Hey, who are you?"
"No time for that", said Dykon. "I know where the Captain of the base is".
"How do you know that?" asked another Rebel.
"We're short on time", said Dykon. "He'll be in the Imperial hangar, getting to his shuttle."
"Maybe we should just shoot the shuttle down", suggested one rebel.
"No", suggested the Rebel captain. "We should take him hostage so the base will surrender so he can live. Trooper, do you know where the hangar is?"
"Yes", said Dykon. "How do you know so much?" asked the captain.
"I just do", replied Dykon. He then ran towards the direction of the hangar bay, which was not too hard to get to, and the rest of the Troopers followed. They found no resistance whatsoever, but once Dykon opened the doors to the place, blaster fire started pouring like rain.
"GET DOWN!" yelled the captain. All the Rebel troopers then ran and ducked around, shooting at the Stormtroopers, who were scattered all over the hangar. Dykon, being an expert flyer rather than a marksman, shot randomly at the Stormies, but his mind changed once he saw the Imperial shuttle.
"THERE'S THE SHUTTLE!" yelled Dykon. He ran towards the shuttle doors as he saw Captain Kareel slowly walk in, but a bomb from one of the Y-Wings caused him to fall down. Several Stormtroopers tried to shoot him, but being the bad marksmen they are, they missed. Dykon, having no choice what so ever, lifted up his blaster and fired at Kareel. The blast hit the Captain in the arm, which caused him to roll off the platform. Dykon ran as fast as he could towards the captain, and with one swift motion lifted him up and aimed the blaster at his head.
"If any of you move or do something that resembles moving", yelled Dykon, "this captain gets a blaster bolt through his head. DO YOU HEAR ME?" None of the Imperials or Rebels moved a muscle. The battle had been won.
THE END of THE DARK
Dykon was sitting down in the mess hall, eating breakfast (a not so good mix of eggs and sausage) while comprehending Cino's last words. According to Cino, whenever there was an attack, he would have to go to the armory when all the Stormtroopers were gone and blow the place up with a thermal detonator. It had been two months since then, and there was no sign of attack. Not only that, but he would die in the process, and so would the Rebels. There must be another way without him dying or destroying the Rebels.
Since that time things haven't been any better for Dykon. In fact, they have become worse. Once Captain Kareel told them about his love, his hurting his friends, and how he 'viscously and barbarically attacked' him, they grew angry. His parents sent very nasty Holomessages about how inhuman it was to be in love with a 'dirty disgusting alien', and how he should treat his fellow human with respect. Dykon just ignored the silly messages, but he wished he could just really send a vulgar message back, but Vienta wouldn't have appreciated that. He was waiting for a transfer to a new Star Destroyer, but Kareel hadn't told him any news of that yet. Maybe his destiny was to blow up a Star Destroyer. How poetic.
"G'Harra!" yelled a voice behind him. "Isn't that the friend who punched you?"
"A friend wouldn't do a think like that", yelled G'Harra. "An friend of an alien is no friend of mine". Even though G'Harra hadn't been his friend for months, the comment still stung. He didn't know that prejudice could do so much. It had destroyed his friendship, his family, his career, and maybe even the whole galaxy with the Emperor's pro human attitudes. In the ancient days of humanity, the light colored people of human planets such as Coruscant were prejudice against the darker skinned people. That was thousands of thousands of years ago, but now that was all over. He hoped that the Rebellion might end this same kind of prejudice against aliens.
"Attention all Imperials", said a feminine voice on the loudspeaker, more commonly known as 'the computer'. "There is a Rebel task for heading for here. All Imperial TIE Pilots, get to your ships. All Imperial Stormtroopers get your armor on". Suddenly there was mass panic in the mess all, for all of them were either getting their white armor on or their black space suit on. Meanwhile, Dykon had no clue what to do. He didn't want to let Cino down by not accomplishing that one last wish, but he didn't want to die, either. Also, it would be a waste of Rebels. There must be one way to win this...
"Get down!" yelled a voice behind him. He then ducked and the window behind him shattered. Once he got up, he looked out the window to see what was going on. About five Y-Wing fighters, the sluggish Rebel bombers, made several runs around the building bombing the hell out of it, and Dykon could barely make out a dozen Rebel X-Wing fighters zooming towards the building. He barely saw a Rebel Medium Transport, which meant that Troops would be inside the building, but he was forced to leap out of the way as another bomb came flying this way.
Maybe instead of risking his life he could use it to make a difference in the Rebellion. He had been with the Empire for five years and knew about several bases he had been to- especially this one. However, he would need the proper armor to dress up as one...
Suddenly, his luck boomed once he went into the hallway and saw the bodies of several Stormtroopers and rebels, all covered in blood and either dead or dying. He looked at all the dying Rebels and picked out which had the cleanest clothes, and switched clothes, but still kept his Rattakeen necklace on for good luck. He had one blaster, a few magazines, and several grenades in terms of weapons. He was good to go.
He found a trail of blood of the floor and followed it, for it might lead him to the hall of the Stormtroopers. However, he heard several voices and hid behind a wall and was glad he did, for several Stormtroopers were walking by. He could try to combat them, for they could be beat them with the help of the other Rebel troopers, but they were nowhere to be seen. Even though he might have died then, he flipped the top of one of his grenades and threw it at the Stormtroopers. Once there was an explosion and several screams he flipped another one and ran out, but once the second one exploded he saw about ten Stormtroopers aiming their guns at him.
"Freeze", said a Stormtrooper, "You Rebel sc..." Before he could finish his sentence several blast went through the air and hit all of the Stormtroopers. Then, several of the Rebel Troopers came down to Dykon.
"That was a foolish tactic!" yelled one of the Rebels. "That was suicide! Hey, who are you?"
"No time for that", said Dykon. "I know where the Captain of the base is".
"How do you know that?" asked another Rebel.
"We're short on time", said Dykon. "He'll be in the Imperial hangar, getting to his shuttle."
"Maybe we should just shoot the shuttle down", suggested one rebel.
"No", suggested the Rebel captain. "We should take him hostage so the base will surrender so he can live. Trooper, do you know where the hangar is?"
"Yes", said Dykon. "How do you know so much?" asked the captain.
"I just do", replied Dykon. He then ran towards the direction of the hangar bay, which was not too hard to get to, and the rest of the Troopers followed. They found no resistance whatsoever, but once Dykon opened the doors to the place, blaster fire started pouring like rain.
"GET DOWN!" yelled the captain. All the Rebel troopers then ran and ducked around, shooting at the Stormtroopers, who were scattered all over the hangar. Dykon, being an expert flyer rather than a marksman, shot randomly at the Stormies, but his mind changed once he saw the Imperial shuttle.
"THERE'S THE SHUTTLE!" yelled Dykon. He ran towards the shuttle doors as he saw Captain Kareel slowly walk in, but a bomb from one of the Y-Wings caused him to fall down. Several Stormtroopers tried to shoot him, but being the bad marksmen they are, they missed. Dykon, having no choice what so ever, lifted up his blaster and fired at Kareel. The blast hit the Captain in the arm, which caused him to roll off the platform. Dykon ran as fast as he could towards the captain, and with one swift motion lifted him up and aimed the blaster at his head.
"If any of you move or do something that resembles moving", yelled Dykon, "this captain gets a blaster bolt through his head. DO YOU HEAR ME?" None of the Imperials or Rebels moved a muscle. The battle had been won.