One day later...

Calon stared out the window out the shuttle, gazing at the orange planet Tatooine. He had only been there once for his training, and the only thing he remembered from there was that it sucked. It had been an awful experience. All that damned sand...

Reminiscing his trainee days, he had a good experience in the Empire, though he no longer will support it or affiliate himself with them. He had joined the Stormtrooper corps as a cadet, and as he was finished, he was offered the Scout Program. The had done well in the academy and always retained high marks. The training was rough, but he decided it had help him be a better soldier.

Eventually, he graduated and was sent to all types of planets, such as Kashyyyk, Mandalore, Concord Dawn, you name it.

Returning to the task at hand, he glided the shuttle over to the planet's surface, ready for what was waiting for him down there. The last planet he fought for was Arthet, but he regrets going there and did what he had done, but also thanked himself for seeing the true ways of the evilness of the Empire.

Getting back to his ship, he entered the atmosphere and located some cities he had remembered during his training, and he found a city that was far enough to be away from imperial control.

When he looked down at himself, however, he still had on his uniform, helmet and everything. If anyone sees a lone trooper in some backwater town, that's gonna raise suspicion. He thought on this before entering the desert planet, maybe he could use it to advantage, get some free drinks, maybe even a room, but he needed to be out of there as soon as possible. Well, here goes nothing, he thought, and made his way to the surface.

On his ride, he had felt it. A twinge, really, it was like connection to the city he was nearing. Something was meant to see him there, but he couldn't know what really, because as fast it came, it was gone.

Calon had landed the shuttle in a secluded area about several clicks away from what he saw was a small city. He hadn't really checked what was actually inside the cargo hold of the ship at all, he just went to sleep right after he went to hyperspace. Rebelling against an institution that you held up and once believed in and did anything for them makes you tired.

He opened the locker to the cargo hold, and low and behold, a damn arsenal enough to supply a town. And a kriffing speeder bike!

Finally, Something I could drive! He took the bike, an E-11 blaster, a pair binoculars, and a small knife, just in case. After he loaded the things he opened the hatch. Calon took his binoculars and viewed the surrounding area of the city he landed near on. So far, no imperial troops or checkpoints.

Huh, this is going better than I thought, he started up the speeder bike and hopped on, making himself conformable with hands on the accelerator, let's see what's in this town.

The roar of the engine filled up the empty dirt path towards the city, the twin suns setting over the horizon. If it was one thing he liked about Tatooine, it was the sunset. He always loved looking at it. He looked down on the road again and found that he was about to enter city limits, considering there was a sign that said "Welcome to Mos Espa". Mos Espa huh? I guess this will be my new place to stay.

As he entered, noticed that the city was eerily quiet, with only a few people with groceries or drunks were only outside. As he drove more slowly, he received gawks and mutters from civilians and others.

"A scout trooper?! What does that mean?! Does that mean we're being invaded? "

"The Empire finally made its way here, 'bout time."

"Who in the right mind would want Tatooine? Nothing but sand."

"Looks like the Hutts are gonna get some trouble."

After he turned a corner, he ignored the rest of the onlookers and continued on. As he rode his way down the road, he hadn't thought on where he was actually going. Calon didn't think ahead this far,he just did it, his only plan was to leave Arthet, get prepared, and strike against the Empire's forces. He needed a new plan, he decided he needed a crew to help accomplish his goal, and first needed a pilot. That damn shuttle control is too hard To drive.

Just then his stomach growled with hunger. He hadn't realize he didn't get anything to drink or eat for a day or so since his escape. Maybe he could grab something to drink at a cantina or a restaurant. He searched the street for a place to rest and and a good eat. He came across one, named Big Sill's Cantina and Restaurant, maybe this'll do him good.

Once he was inside, the music stopped, and he was completely out of his element. He was surrounded by what seemed to be criminals, drunks, bounty hunters, degenerates, and worse, aliens. The Empire Humanocentric policies caused some, discomfort, among the aleins under the Empires control. While he, was dressed as an imperial, waiting to get shot for some trophy kill or some alien wanting revenge for his kind. Before he could sit at a table, he was approached by a tough and angry looking Aqualish with a green Roadian at his side.

"What brings you to Tatooine, trooper? Did you get lost?" The aliens black eyes looked down at his belt, where his E-11 was hanging. "It'd be a shame if they lost that nice blaster when they look for your body." The Aqualish taunted, with the Roadian adding on. "Yeah, what brings you to this place? Are you gonna wipe us out?"

Calon thought and told them some lies. "I'm not here for any illegal activity concerning you or against the Empire, I was just doing some landscape surveillance and I got a break. I'm just here to get something to eat." The Aqualish scoffed and pushed him back against his shoulder.

"The only thing you'll be eating is my blaster, Imp. You murdered plenty of us, so you don't get second chances. Now you better leave." Said the Aqualish slowly reaching for his belt, as the Roadian added again. "Yeah! We don't like your kind here!"

Just then, a bothan, probably the bartender, came out and yelled at the assaulting aliens. "Hey! Leave that soldier alone, I don't want some ISB agent destroying my bar looking for evidence! And nobody is shooting up my place tonight!"

The amphibian looked over at the bartender, face in disbelief. "Lucky day, Imp. I'll see you soon." The large alien left the bar, with his little lackey following along

"Yeah! Me too! Imperial scum!"

The bartender motioned Calon to the bar, apologizing for the scene, albeit a little brown nosey. "I'm sorry there soldier, I don't know what gotten into those guys. Food and drink on the house, no need to tell superiors about this, and I'm sure that your job is very important for the Empire. By the way, I'm Sill."

Calon took off his helmet, scratching his black beard. "Calon," he extended his hand to shake and the Bothans furry, brown hand, "And no, they're right. I'm imperial scum, a murderer, nothing else can fix that."

The Bothan looked confused, wondering why a scout trooper say these negative things about himself. "I'm-I'm sorry to hear that. Didn't know you felt that way. Oh, by the way, i have a question. Why are you on Tatooine, and not in some Star Destroyer or a base or something?"

Calon studied the Bothans hairy face, he seemed like he could be a friend, maybe he could tell him the truth. He motioned the barkeep to come closer, and he told him. "I'm a deserter, the Empire has no reason to be here, right now anyways. Also, I need someone to help me outrun the Empire, preferably a pilot."

Sill stood back in disbelief, a deserter in his bar, and on the run still. He had to help this man. "Yeah, I could help you out Calon. See there, near the back?" His clawed finger pointed to a table near the window, crossed boots planted on top, with the light making a way to only showing the shoes, with the person being shrouded by the shadow.

"That's a good friend of mine, a pilot, willing to do drive anything for money, or, in this case, anything to help fight against the Empire, so it won't cost ya."

Calon looked intrigued. "Wow, a rebel? I haven't seen a rebel since, since..." Suddenly, flashbacks of Arthet popped in his vision. He viewed it vividly, the screaming, the bodies, and worse of all, the smell came back. That sickening smell of flesh.

"Hey Calon, friend, you okay? You seemed lost for a bit." Sills hand was on his shoulder, grabbing worryingly. "Yeah, it was just a spell, don't worry about. If you can, get me some water for me and the pilot, I'm going to see if they want to help."

Sill backed slowly. "No problem, I'll be ready soon. Thanks by the way, with those guys earlier. Really appreciate it."

"Oh, no problem man. You're alright, I hope everything goes okay."

Calon stood up and made his way towards the table, holding his helmet under his arm. He sat down at the seat facing the boots. The only thing he could notice about the person was a slight silhouette, showing arms behind the head and a body. Then Calon asked his question. "So, I heard that you can fly anything as long you'll be paid, correct?

What he assumed was a nod, he continued his offer. "Well, I don't have any money to offer..." the figure started to shake their top crossed foot at impatience, seemingly annoyed, "..but what if I told you, it involves rebelling against the Empire?"

Suddenly the shaking stopped, and the silhouette moved to cross its arms, then the pilot drew back their feet. "Yeah, that's right, fighting against the Empire, destroying bases, helping the oppressed, getting into dogfights, all that fun, only if you join me."

The figure in the shadow spoke up, with Calon surprised at the feminine sound, it was delicate, yet sounded like a hardened bounty hunter. "Is this a trick, Imp?" Now he definitely knew this was a female.

He responded. "I can assure you, miss, that this isn't a trick. I do really need help to fight against these bastards. So can I ask again, are you willing to join me?"

She pondere for a moment before speaking up. "I think you got yourself a pilot. But on one condition. We take my ship. Deal?" She put down her boots and extended a her arm, covered in a gray and brown sleeve. As she leaned forward, he got a look at her face. The woman had pale, light green skin color, with tattoos on her cheeks, the same diamond and line pattern. Huh, a Mirialan. And an attractive one at that . She had exquisite gray eyes that went well with her skin tone and had raven black hair done in a neat, parted side bun. Very attractive, he thought before she interrupted his thinking by clearing her throat.

Calon stopped his slightly awkward gawking and extended his hand. "Deal." And they both shooked. Then, that little feeling came again, twinkling in his, well, body. What is that?

"So, what brings you here on Tatooine, besides traitorous insurgency and being hassled by aliens?"

Her voice brought his train of thought back. He pondered, making an answer. "Well, needed a planet not taken over. Somewhere where the Empire hasn't gotten complete control or activity. Somewhere where people can brew up, well, rebellion." She made a small laugh before continuing. "Well, you came to the place. By the way, I'm Lana, Lana Sinite."

"Calon Mezad."

Sill came with some drinks and a platter of food and placed it on the table. "So, I see you two got along well. A little too well." Sill said.

"Blow it out of your fur, Sill. Can you vouch for Calon?" The Mirialan asked quietly.

"I don't see why he would be lying about this, Lana. Besides, if this were a trick, we'd have a platoon of stormtroopers barging in minutes ago."

Calon heard their conversation, and scanned the room. Usually a drunk vomiting, or some twi'lek woman flirting, nothing much besides a few indistinct conversations. His eyes spotted a small mirror, and he looked at what he was wearing. His uniform was ragged and dirty, and if any other imperials saw him they know it would be the deserter. He interrupted whatever they were talking about and asked something. "Hey Sill, you don't happen to have some new clothes for me, do you?"

Sill rubbed his furry face, trying to remember. "I think we have some clothes that a spacer left in our, ahem, private room. I think he was about your size, let me grab them. Yo! Josk, watch the bar!" Sill left to a door on the end of the room. Calon grabbed his helmet and inspected it, reminiscing the good and bad times he had this helmet. Lana spoke "Are you gonna keep the uniform?"

"Hm? Oh, no. I've got to get rid of it, there's your callsign on the uniform that only other troopers see. If they notice my number, I'm done for. I'm gonna keep the helmet, though, it has all sorts of gadgets." He took a onceover at his uniform again. "Plus, it brings... unpleasant memories."

"Oh, well, whatever you want." Sill came out with his new outfit in his hand, which consisted of a white long sleeved shirt, a black windbreaker vest, and some olive drab cargo pants. Sill spoke up, "Go try them on in the room."

Once Calon entered the room, he started to undress from his old, dusty, uniform. I definitely won't miss this thing. As he removed his drawers, he heard a feminine giggle, "Nice." The voice said. He turned around and saw a naked Twilek, barely covered by the bed's blanket. "Oh I'm so sorry! I didn't know someone was here!"

"Don't be, handsome. Just keep on going, if you want." After the rather uncomfortable, but guiltily enjoyable change, he walked out in his new outfit.

Lana came up to him. "What happen in there, I heard some yelling."

"Oh it was nothing important."

"Well, good. Let's get going."

Calon walked to Sill thanked him gratefully. "Bah, it was no problem, yknow before I got this bar I was a bounty hunter, if you ever need help, call me."

Calon smiled. "Thanks, but until then, be a lookout for us on Tatooine for any imperials coming through. It'll help out a lot.

"Sure thing. Take care now."

"Alright Lana, let's go to my ship first. I have some supplies I need to bring."

Both Lana and Calon made their way outside to his speeder bike. "Grab on to my waist when we go, this thing will through you a good 20 feet if you are not secure."

Lana scoffed. "Whatever, bet this the first time you had some lady touch you."

"Just get on the speeder." They both made themselves secure, and Calon started up the engine. "Hold on tight." And soon, the bike went speeding outside of the city, off to Calons ship.

General Haron looked up from her desk outside her window. She had reported the incident to the higher ups, and surprisingly she was Grand Moff Tarkin responded with a solution himself. In fact, the solution should be coming soon.

"Ma'am, he has arrived, would you like me to send it him up?" The speaker buzzed, to which she replied. "Yes, send him."

A few moments later, the doors opened and out stepped a large and very built muscular man with pale white skin. His Sith eyes stood out against it, as well as the the red tattooed lines that draped over them. He held a black stormtrooper helmet on his side on his arm. He slowly made his way to Haron's desk and bowed in respect.

"Greetings, Inquisitor Amon. You may stand up." The Inquisitor did what he was told. Haron stood from her desk and walked around him, studying his physique and his rather unique black armor and his cape that was draped over."Prototype Phase II Stormtrooper armor? How did you manage to acquire this?"

"It was given to me by Lord Vader, General. He believes it helps for certain fighting style."

"With your size, I would agree. Now that you're here, I think that you know what your mission is, correct?"

Amon scratched his beard lightly. "I was told by Lord Vader, that I was to be informed by the head of command on Arthet. Besides, I'm sure it's of high importance."

Haron sat back down at her desk. "And it is. We have a scout trooper who deserted, and we suspected that he might have gone to Tatooine."

Amon eyes widen with anger. "A deserter? You send me, an Inquisitor, to hunt a damn whiny soldier!? That's a waste of my potential and my time! You probably are too incompetent to do it yourself!"

Haron squinted with annoyance. "Inquisitor, I understand your, 'disagreement', with this mission. But I must tell you, this mission is of high Importance. He contains extremely and highly sensitive information."

The Sith's emotion quelled with curiosity. "What kind of information, General Haron?"

"That of the classified information, Inquisitor. If it was leaked, the entire Outer Rim would revolt. I know Lord Vader was on Lothal just to get rid of a small rebel group, and if Lord Vader had such a small and inconsiderate job, I suppose you can too, understand?"

Amon shifted and stood still. "I understand, Ma'am. I'll do as you say."

Haron smiled as she made a pyramid with her fingers, her dark gray eyes shining with power. "Good. You may go Inquisitor." Amon bowed once more and began moving toward the doors outside the office. Haron made one more piece of dialogue before he left. "Oh, before you leave, one more thing: don't bother capturing him. You must silence him. Permanently."

Amon nodded. "Yes, General Haron." The Inquisitor put on his helmet and headed towards his personal ship. Making his way towards Tatooine.

A/N: Here it is, Chapter Two! I decided to add another OC, the Mirialan girl Lana, and introduced two others, Sill Deruka by Mister Mask (a personal friend that uses my other account.), And Amon Valhara by Bluehulk45. And to Karmaisms, I'll introduce your OC later, maybe in the next chapter. Actually, this chapter was originally gonna split in two, but I decided to mash them together.

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