Naboo

The 4th fleet dropped out of hyperspace. Upon the fleets command ship, The Phoenix. Grand Admiral Doom stood. His gaze observing the lush green world before him. Walking along the command platform of the bridge, Doom spoke, giving out his orders. "All ships, Orbital Assault Formation Alpha."
From the 4th fleet. Numerous Imperial Star Destroyers, many being of the class two variant, cruisers, frigates and corvettes hovered into position. Each lining up so that they faced the world below them. The remains of the Seventh fleet joined them shortly afterwards, absorbing themselves into the 4th fleet. Turning fast on his heel. Doom's Admiral walked forward, his mustache was a light blonde while his skin was fair. His brown eyes gazed upon Naboo. His grey uniform held the admiral rank insignia, six red square located above six blues squares. Coming to a stop, he spoke "Grand Admiral, the fleet is in position and awaits your command."

Doom smirked as he made his way over to the holotable. "Admiral Pellaeon. Begin broadcasting to the galaxy. I want them all to see what is about to happen." Pellaeon closed his eyes and bowed before taking his leave. Heading back to the command bridge to carry out his orders.

Yavin IV

Sabine entered the command centre. Mon Mothma stood, her eyes were filled with worry. Sabine could see the fear within them. After some silence, Sabine spoke. "Senator Mon Mothma, what's the situation?" Mon Mothma sighed. Her gaze turning to face Sabine. "The Empire is broadcasting from the Naboo system." Hera stepped forward as the hologram of Grand Admiral Doom flashed to life upon the holotable. "Who is that?" Sabine asked, her eyes glancing up and down the Grand Admiral.

"Citizens of the galaxy." Doom spoke with a strong voice. His accent all but unknown to many. Sy Bisti strongly suggested he was from Wild Space or beyond. "I am Grand Admiral Doom of the Galactic Empire. And before the 4th fleet. Is the lush and beautiful world of Naboo." Sabine widen her eyes. Fear overtaking her. "Shit." She muttered under her breath. Her mind already putting together what he was going to do. "For sometime, Naboo has been a source of support for this meager Rebellion."

Leia rolled her eyes. "He has no idea how large we are." She stated. "In accord with the Emperor, Lord Vader and Governor Tarkin. I will abolish Naboo and it's right to exist within this galaxy."

Sabine let out a deep, long sigh. Mon Mothma turning to discover what's wrong. "What's wrong Sabine?" Sabine allowed her eyes to close. Her head falling down before she spoke above a whisper. Defeat and despair in her tone. "The BDZ protocol." Hera blinked. Her mind racing to discover what Sabine was talking about. "BDZ?" She asked after a few seconds.

"Base Delta Zero. The order to wipe out all known life upon a planet. Leaving it a barren wasteland." Sabine explained. All eyes widening as they turned to face the holotable.

"As a known supporter of the Rebellion. I will now demonstrate what will happen when you resist Imperial control and aid these rebels. Admiral Pellaeon, Commence Base Delta Zero."

Naboo

The 4th fleet lined up their weapon systems. Each weapon battery aiming towards Naboo. Bombers moving in from around and heading to other areas of the planet. From the weapon batteries. Green Turbolaser fire lit up the hull of the ships as they bared down upon Naboo.
Breaking through cloud layer, the first round of Turbolaser fire made contact within the forests near Theed. Each shot burning a large area of wildlife. Killing any unfortunate creatures or living beings caught in the blast.

Aboard The Phoenix. Doom smirked. Cutting the voice feed, he gave his next order. "Admiral Pellaeon, have the Victory one class star destroyers unleash their payload upon the surface." Pellaeon nodded. Turning rapidly to while he spoke. "Yes Grand Admiral"
From behind the Star Destroyers. Several Smaller Victory one class Star Destroyers emerged. The extended flaps on their wings opened. Missiles started to launch from each the openings. Each headed for the world below.

The queen of Naboo watched as the orbital bombardment drew closer to her location. Each blast laving dirt, stone and a large dark mark in their wake. After ten minutes, the outer city was hit. Homes leveled to the ground, schools demolished and people reduced to ash.

Yavin IV

Rebel command had continued to watch the feed for the next two hours. Then Doom spoke once again. His tone and gaze full of warning. "Just now, you witnessed what will happen when you stand against the Empire..." The transmission was cut short by Leia Organa. Her gaze never leaving the holotable. Her mind was full of anger for the Empire. After several minutes of silence, she spoke. "What do we do now?" Mon Mothma sighed. He gaze faltering slightly as she turned to face the others. "I wish I knew. But the name Doom sounds familiar."

"Doom. Where have I seen that name.." Kanan though out loud. His mind racing to put together the puzzle before them. Ashoka allowed her gaze to remain upon the holotable, glancing up, she spoke. "In the Jedi archives. Doom or Admiral Doom of the Sith Empire. Was a key figure in many of their victories against the Old Republic. Even going as far as to support Revan's first Sith Empire" Sabine blinked. Her mind attempting to put together how someone could live through so much. She knew Yoda was old. Ezra would mention the age every now and then. With a sigh of defeat, she asked. "How can he be 4000 years old. That's almost impossible?"

Kanan sighed, his eyes closed as he viewed the hologram in his head. "I don't know Sabine. But it might be a part of his race. If you noticed his pupils, they were slits. Not your typical pupil circular shape found in humans." Everyone nodded, each understanding more about him. "But, I also felt something in him. He has a connection to the force. Not as strong as someone like a Jedi or Sith. But it's there." Ashoka nodded. She too had felt the force within him. Her mind was as puzzled as Kanan's. "Agreed. But I felt the anger he possessed. He holds anger towards someone. To whoever was flying the Kom'rk fighter that killed Grand Admiral Thrawn over our old base on Teth."

"He wanted to Kill Thrawn?" Kanan shrugged his shoulders at Leia's question. "It's possible. But it could be that he was the only one he could relate to. Being alien and all inside the Empire." Sabine sighed. Her gaze lifting to focus on Mon Mothma. "I guess that answers somethings. But with Thrawn out of the picture, and the Tie Defender factory still in operation. We should mount an attack against Lothal as soon as we can. For we'll have the advantage."

Mon Mothma nodded. "Agreed General Wren. I shall have Admiral Raddus deployed alongside you and whoever else wishes to assault Lothal's Imperial force." Sabine nodded, taking her leave quickly.

Lothal
-5 hours later

Doom stood tall upon the command platform of The Phoenix's bridge. His eyes observing the seas of endless space before him. He knew that the Rebels would come back to Lothal. The Tie Defender Factory was the bait. The 4th fleet was the net, and the rebels were the fish. "Sir, I'm picking up several Rebel ships in hyperspace." Doom smirked. His gaze pulled from his thoughts. "I wondered what would take them so long. Admiral Pellaeon, have the fleet move into standard Imperial blockade formation." Doom watched Admiral Pellaeon closely as he stood back, his expression clearly explaining what he was going to ask. "Grand Admiral..."

"Admiral Pellaeon, I wish to analyse the Rebel's fleet coordination, their tactics and strategies. I will not wipe them." Doom paused, advancing forward. "For now, we will hold our position. Under no circumstance is any ship allowed to fire upon the Rebels." Admiral Pellaeon gave a small nod.

Upon The Profundity, the Rebel command ship. Admiral Raddus sat in his chair. Sabine standing alongside him. "Standard imperial blockade formation. But it's the 4th fleet alright. No doubt about that. Let's see if we can't knock this Grand Admiral out of the war." Raddus nodded, his gaze focused sorely upon The Phoenix. "You heard General Wren. All ships, converge upon the Imperial blockade and take down the command ship."

Doom observed the assault before him. His gaze never leaving the Rebel fleet. His eyes dashing between each ship and fighter, watching how they moved and fought. Every flight pattern, each attack run. He was planning his counterattack with each second that passed. Soon, a cruiser was overwhelmed by the Rebel fighters. Admiral Pellaeon stood, watching as the fleet took a beating. His eyes full of fear and worry that they'd be wiped out. "Grand Admiral, are we going to fight back?"

Doom remained silent. His gaze never leaving the Rebel fighters. "It is intriguing in the way they fight." Admiral Pellaeon blinked, his worry growing by the second. Glancing at Doom. His eyes widened. "Grand Admiral?" Doom smirked. "The way they move about, the way they fight. It is so... genuine. They believe they are unpredictable. But I have seen this type of combat before. It but a simple effort to counter."

Admiral Pellaeon started to sweat. "Grand Admiral?" Doom chuckled lightly. "They move with such speed and grace. Talented pilots fly these fighters. I suspect many of them were once our own. But the way they cover their cruisers and capital ship. I suspect those are few in number."

Admiral Pellaeon dropped his shoulders. "Grand Admiral, are we going to fight back?" Doom turned quickly on his heel. He eyes darting towards Admiral Pellaeon. "I have seen enough Admiral Pellaeon. Get me a Tie Defender. I shall deal with these Rebels myself." Admiral Pellaeon widen his eyes, unsure how to proceed with the fleet being able to cut them down to shreds in seconds. "But Grand Admiral" Doom narrowed his eyes, his gaze hardening. Admiral Pellaeon gulped in defeat. He knew better then to challenge his commanding officer. Especially one of such alien origin and age. "Get the Grand Admiral a Tie Defender at once." An officer was quick to reply. "Yes Admiral"

Sabine watched the battle unfold from the bridge of The Profundity. Admiral Raddus watching alongside her. Raddus took note of the Empire's lack of retaliation. "The 4th fleet doesn't seem to fight back. Why?" Sabine shrugged her shoulders. She too, was contemplating why they wouldn't fight back. Many different reasons coming to mind. Were they stalling for time, or was this Grand Admiral Doom studying them. "There could be any number of reasons Admiral. But I suspect it has..." Sabine found herself interrupted by the sensor station. "Admiral, we have an incoming fighter." Raddus quickly turned to face the station. His gaze narrowing. "Identification?" The sensor officer bit his lower lip. Taking a deep breath as he spoke. "Tie Defender sir. Moving at attack speed."

Sabine bit her lip. "We'll need to deal with this fast. Or the Ghost will never get off ground." Raddus nodded in agreement. "All fighters, converge upon that Tie Defender. Captain Syndulla, how much time does your team need?" The two waited for a few seconds. Watching as their fighters began to engage the lone Tie Defender.

"We're going to need five more minutes. But we'll attempt to speed up the process." Raddus nodded. His gaze watching as Pink squadron was torn to shreds. "Understood Captain Syndulla. We'll buy you as much time as we can. All ships, form a defensive blockade around The Profundity. Do not let that fighter close to us." The captains were quick to acknowledge his orders. The Mon Cala capital ship was soon surrounded by several Rebel cruisers, corvettes and frigates.

Doom flew the Tie Defender quickly. Moving at attack speed. Doom had been informed of what the Tie Defender could do. And now, he wanted to see what damage it could do in his hands.

Doom rapidly closed the distance between the rebel fleet and the Imperial Blockade. Speeding forward. Doom narrowed his gaze as the rebel fighters were to fired upon him. Doom quickly spun to the side, firing the heavy laser cannons upon the incoming fighters. Shredding the man fighters thrown at him.

Taking many down as he sped by. Doom was coming up on the first Rebel Corvette fast. Doom smiled as he looked through the armament of the fighter. 'Missiles and Proton Torpedoes. Let us see how much damage we can cause with these.' Doom let loose a proton torpedo upon the CR 90 corvette. Blowing it's bridge in oblivion. Flying onwards, Doom repeated the process.

Raddus and Sabine watched as the fourth CR 90 went up in flames. They knew that it wasn't an ordinary Imperial pilot inside that fighter. "Captian Syndulla. We can't hold on much longer. Have you set the factory to blow?" The comm was silent for a few minutes. The air growing tense as a fifth CR 90 was sent up in flames. "Admiral. How much longer can you hold out?" Sabine clenched her teeth in fear. Almost all of Red squadron was torn to shreds and a sixth CR 90 was in flames. "We're taking heavy losses up here Captian Syndulla. Our fleet is being picked off by a lone fighter. We could last around three to five more minutes out here, then we're done for."

"Affirmative Admiral. We'll be done in less then two minutes." Sabine felt The Profundity shake as a proton torpedo made contact. Grasping the back of Raddus's chair to stable herself, she spoke. "Admiral, that fighters switched targets to us. We need to fire back or get the hell out of here." Raddus glanced out the window to see the 4th Fleet moving in. "All personnel, to escape pods, fighters, keep that Tie Defender occupied. All other ships, prepare to jump to hyperspace. It's been an honour serving you all." Sabine widen her eyes before running. Behind her, the Tie Defender fired close by. Getting to the door. Sabine quickly glanced back to see Raddus man a battle station. Closing her eyes, she turned and ran.

Hera piloted the Ghost rapidly towards the blockade above. The distance closing as they flew fast. Kanan's eyes widening at the sight before them. The Profundity had taken a beating. Several parts of her hull were floating into space. The bridge was relatively intact. "Admiral Raddus. What's your status?" A few seconds of tense silence came before Sabine's voice lifted it. "We need an evac asap. Several Escape pods are your target. Each pod's being picked off. And hurry. I fear my pod's next." Hera pushed the ship forward. Her gaze never leaving the pods ahead of them. "Chopper, divert all power you can to shields and engines. We're going to need to go fast."

Sabine witnessed another pod go up in flames. The Tie Defender speeding past. "Come on Hera." Behind her, several members of the bridge crew had their fingers crossed, each praying that they get out alive. Soon, the pod shook. Sabine glanced out the window, worry filling her. She sighed in relief as she saw the Ghost above them, her worry vanishing quickly.

Doom watched. Smiling as the Rebels jumped to hyperspace. Pulling off his assault. Doom began to fly back to his flagship Turning on the comm. He spoke. "Admiral Pellaeon, ensure the Rebel command ship remains at operational status." Doom waited for the reply. The voice of Admiral Pellaeon coming back through. "Sir, should we investigate the navigation controls?" Doom shook his head. "Admiral Pellaeon, the Rebels will no doubt have wiped their navigation and fuel records. Clear the ship of any surviving rebels and bring it into lower orbit."

Pellaeon was confused. His brown eyes dashing over The Profundity. Biting his lower lip, not knowing what to do. He spoke. "Sir, what do you plan to do with the ship?" A short few seconds of silence followed. Pellaeon grew fearful. "I will study it. I will analyse their logs, their systems and weapons. I will discover the ships weak points..." Doom paused. Pellaeon carefully let his breaths out slowly. The tense silence of his commanding officer was too much for him.

"And Admiral Pellaeon. I want the rebel commander alive for questioning." Pellaeon sighed in relief. He didn't get into trouble for questioning his commander officer. After a few minutes of silence. Pellaeon spoke. "Captian, have a boarding force ready to board. And keep the ship intact. Oh, and bring the Grand Admiral the enemy commander alive." The captain of The Phoenix gave a small nod before turning on his heel and marching away.

Yavin IV

Sabine entered Rebel command. Behind her, the bridge crew members stood. Mon Mothma turned, watching as they came to a stop. "So..." She began, pausing to look in each members eyes. In their eyes, she saw fear and sadness. "What happened out there?" Sabine took a deep breath and sighed. "The Imperial fleet deployed a single Tie Defender. It overran our fighters, took out six of our CR 90 corvettes and heavily damaged The Profundity beyond repair."

Leia glanced at the crew. Each were saddened by the events of the battle. "And Admiral Raddus?" Sabine bit her lower lip. "He didn't make it." Mothma closed her eyes. "Damn. Alright, you lot, go Rest, Sabine, I would like to speak with you." Sabine gave a small nod. Watching as the bridge crew left the command centre.

"General Tano came up to me earlier. Saying that there's another Jedi out there. A Jedi that could very well help bring this war to an end." Sabine sighed. "If he's alive. Ashoka seemed confident that he survived Order 66. I'm not so confident." Leia glanced down. Mothma soon glanced up. "Perhaps a name would be a first step." Sabine wiped a single tear from her left eyelid. "Ezra, Ezra Bridger."

Sabine watched as Mothma widen her eyes. Bitting her lower lip before walking around the holotable. "Padawn learner Ezra Bridger. You were close to him?" Sabine nodded. Leia soon walked over. "Another Jedi, they'll only put a larger target on our back!" Sabine was quick to face Leia. Her eyes narrowing into a deadly glare. "Ezra is not just another Jedi. He was a warrior, one who was placed under Jedi Master Obi Wan Kenobi because of his heritage." Leia stood back. She had done her history. And Mandalorians were well known for acting with violence first.

"Indeed General Organa. Bridger was not just another Jedi. But rare among his order for he was unique." Sabine allowed her glare to falter and then vanish as she stepped back. "I'm sorry, but, Jedi who are unique would only paint an even larger target on our back. We already have two Jedi, that's a target on it's own. A third would only bring more trouble. We don't need him." Sabine stepped forward quickly. Her hands gripping Leia by the collar. Her eyes narrowed, her teeth showing barely. The heavy breathing was radiated with Sabine's anger.

After a tense minute of silence. Sabine let Leia go and stood back. "Sorry General Organa, I just, haven't been the same since Order 66. His 'death' had a large impact on me." Leia saw the sadness in Sabine's eyes. She could see the anger and hate she held inside. It was radiating off her like fire would upon wood. Leia knew where it was directed. It was directed at the Empire, and her own family. "I've just held onto so much. I joined this Rebellion to avenge his death. To fight on in his honour. And Leia, you tarnish his honour." Sabine turned and left.

A tense minute of silence left hanging in the air after she departed the room. Leia bit her lower lip. "What is so important about this Jedi?" Mothma sighed. "Ezra was, rare among the Jedi Order. His mother and father, they felt different about Jedi. They were, dispatched as members of the senate during the times of the Galactic Republic." Leia blinked.

"What world did they represent?" Mothma sighed. "Mandalore." Leia widen her eyes. "You mean, this Jedi, Ezra, he's Mandalorian!"
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Admiral Pellaeon makes his appearance here. Having his only appearance in Rebels final. I decided to place him here. He will be somewhat like his legends counterpart due to having little to no information in canon at the moment.

Doom demonstrates his skills as a pilot.

There will be no Death Stars in this universe.

Mandalore will play a large part later on.

More about Doom is revealed.

Sabine lashes out at Leia, many more to come.