Disclaimer: Lucas owns everything that carries a Star Wars label, Shanesnest owns the Rise and Fall. 1,000 thankyous to him for letting me write this.

A/N: No worries, this is not a retaliation, merely a companion to the Rise and Fall. This stoary is The Rise in Fall in Jan's words, her thoughts and feelings throughout the Dark Trooper project. I sincerley hoipe you like this.

Destiny

The Beginning

I never thought that anything like this would ever happen. It's not like I had any control over it. Even as I'm writing this I'm still trying to work everything out in my mind. Mon Mothma says that they want to know my story. Why anyone would want to hear my side of this adventure seems strange to me. Someone else did much more than I did. Someone very special to me.

My father always told me that everything has a purpose that you need to build your own future. I always thought that the Force was a fantasy. A nice bedtime story, but still a fairy tale. I control my fate. But what if your future is set? What if you have a destiny you can't stop?

I suppose I need to stop babbling and start at the beginning, but what is the beginning? I guess it began when I received my orders from Mon Mothma.

My name is Jan Ors, and I'm an operative for the Rebel Alliance. Ever since I was a child my parents have warned me against the Empire. I grew up among some of the highest Rebellion leaders. I've pretty much known Mon Mothma since I was in diapers, but I don't think we have to go into that much detail.

So, Mon Mothma called me to her office to discuss an assignment she had for me.

"Jan," She began, "I'm afraid I'm going to have to transfer you to another base."

Let's just say that I was less than thrilled. But I took it really well.

"What! But I haven't done anything!"

Okay maybe not.

"This is not because you have done anything wrong," Mon Mothma assured me, "This base is located near the Imperial world Carida, and I need someone to be in charge of it until I can find a suitable commander."

"So you want me to run the place for a while?" I asked, I guess it didn't sound too bad.

"Basically," Mon Mothma said, "As soon as I can find a replacement you will be sent back here."

I nodded, "Alright, I'll head out tomorrow."

Before I left she gave me the schematics on it, and the list of officers. Can you believe that she had the thing set up on an asteroid? I mean how dangerous is that? Needless to say, I was about as happy as a Rancor victim.

Every time I'm down I head over to the bar. No it's not like you think. I'm not some bumbling drunk, in fact I drink very little while there. An old friend of my family, Caston Droum, works at the bar there.

Caston has been with the Rebellion practically since it began. He has been on more missions than I could remember. He's a fellow Alderaanian, like me, but he's says he's seen enough action. Now he likes to help the Alliance by providing entertainment. Besides, he makes a mean Juri Juice.

The old man's withered face smiled at me when he saw me, "Hey Jan."

I gave him a small smile back, "Hey Caston." I slumped down on a stool, and ordered a Corellian Ale.

"Rough day?" Caston asked as he set the glass in front of me.

"Yeah," I took a long swig.

"Tell me."

I filled him in on the unwanted assignment. Caston listened to my complaints with a serious nature before he finally talked.

"Listen, maybe this won't be as bad as you think."

"I'm stuck on an asteroid a hop, skip and a jump away from the Empire, sounds like paradise."

"Come on," Caston said, "You'll be the head of the base, and it's only temporary, so it won't be forever."

"I know," I sighed, "Maybe it won't be so bad. And anyways, it's not like it will be life changing or anything."

Life changing? What a joke! Boy was I ever wrong.

A/N: So, what'd you think for a prologue?