The speeder bike zoomed through the desert, leaving a trail of dust in the setting sun. Calon was making his way to the shuttle he had stolen, with Lana arms wrapped around his waist. "So," Calon started, "where ya from?"

Lana chuckled. "Really? That's how you start a conversation? Oh boy, you haven't been in society for a while."

"It's gonna be a while 'till we get there, so my question stands the same." Lana just laughed a little before answering him. "Well, I'm from where my people are from, Mirial. But I grew up on Mandalore, my mom moved there to find work before the Empire came."

"What about your dad?" Lana sighed and responded. "He died sometime after I was born, Mirial was in a small civil war during the Clone Wars, and he died in a fight against Pro-Republic Militia. My uncle Derit was more like a father figure."

Calon seemed satisfied with the answered, and he was started to know Lana now. "Well, how did you learn to fly?" He asked.

"Oh, my Uncle taught me, he was a pilot for the Mandalorian Navy. I was really fascinated with space and stuff. To be up there in the stars, never knowing what's coming next, and exploring planets. And I just wanted to learn how to fly. I just felt it was my destiny, i was made to go up there, be a explorer. So, he taught me on the downlow, yknow?"

Calon noticed that she was gripping tighter, and she had a dreamy look as she stared off into the starry evening. "Yeah, I could tell you wanted to fly." Calon decided to ask another question, regarding Sill. "I guess Sill is a friend huh? I heard you ask if I was lying about my whole...thing."

Lana stared at his bearded face. "Sill's been with me ever since I involved myself with the rebels, he's always helped me out with a jam. He was kind of like my other uncle, if yknow, my uncle wasn't already my father figure." Calon smiled and laughed. "Yeah, I guess so." And he turned and stared at her gray eyes, admiring the way they looked.

"How about you? We are you from?"

Calon answered honestly. "I'm from Pakrik Minor. Not very exciting, it was basically all farms and agriculture, had a nice mom and a nice dad, and when I was old enough, I joined the Imperial Academy. Not much to say."

Suddenly the engine backfired, causing a small bump in the speeder. Calon muttered. "Uh oh."

"Uh oh? What uh oh?"

Calon stopped the Speeder and hopped off and checked the engine. "It's almost out of fuel, we need to find a place to rest soon or else we'll freeze, or worse."

Lana got off and surveyed the Landscape, only sand and an rocks. Then, she noticed a small twinkle in the distance, standing out against the blue tinted desert. "Hey Calon, I see a light over there. Do you have any goggles or binoculars or anything?"

Calon stood up and grabbed a pair of binoculars from the satchel on the side of the speeder. He zoomed up on the sparkle of light, and low and behold, a small house!

"It's a house! We gotta get there quick, it's getting dark."

"Do you think we got enough fuel? How far do you think it is?" Lana asked.

Calon replied. "It's just half a click away, we have barely enough fuel to make it."

Lana cheered. "Let's get going then." Both of them hopped back on the speeder and made their way to the small home.

Amon made his way towards the last reported sight of the shuttle, somewhere more prominent and less back watered than Arthet. It was a planet called Tatooine, and though Amon had never been to the planet, he certainly heard interesting stories.

His most prominent remembrance of the desert world was a rumor in the Inquisitor program. Supposedly, that was Lord Vader's home planet. A slave, he heard among silent whispers, who rose to be the second most powerful being in the galaxy.

The Inquisitor looked at the planet with disgust, as he also heard it harbored only criminals and vagabonds of the like. Putting that aside, his ship went into the planet's surface. He headed towards a city named Mos Espa, where he would get any info on the deserter where he can.

The engine sputtered and coughed smoke all the way there, causing some bumps jumps and drops. "Damn, i might think it may be more than fuel that's messing this up."

The speeder manage to make its way outside the house. Calon dragged the speeder to next to the door with the Mirialan on tail. "Who do you think lives this far out on the desert?"

"We'll figure it out right now." Calon knocked on the door a few times, before it opened a inch or so. A gruff, female voice called out. "What do you want?"

Calon answered with authority and want, just a reflex he had been taught since his Empire days. Still engrained in his mind, he yelled. "Open up! We will blow the door if you refuse to open it for the Empire!" Lana punched him in the arm, semi snapping him out of his small trance.

The female voice responded with hostility. "I'm not opening the door to you imperial scum. Now get off my land before I blow you off!"

A rough male and somewhat artificial voice came from the inside of the house. "Kahn, who is it? What do they want?"

Her voice had gotten a little softer responded to the voice. "It's nothing Ked, I'll handle it."

Lana spoke up. "Sorry to intrude miss, but I can assure you we are NOT part of the Empire, our ride is damaged and we need to spend the night somewhere we won't freeze."

"If you're not Imperial, what are you?"

Calon answered before "We are rebels, ma'am. We need a place to stay." Lana waited for another cynical and hostile response, but instead got the opposite. "Well why didn't you say so, come right in!"

The door slid open completely and standing in the door was a tough and worn looking woman, most likely in her mid-thirties, with nice tanned skin and dazzling green eyes, and Calon then saw a large crustacean man, who stood very tall and was very built. His skin, or well, shell color was a dark gray that was white at his face and sides, but darken to almost black everywhere else. He only wore a piece of tattered red overalls that originally way too small, and he had a little piece of equipment on his mouth, Calon and Lana assume it was a translator. "Name Is Khan, and that big ol lobster back there is Ked. He's a Tarc. He's a not very sociable guy."

The Tarc walked a bit closer and introduced himself. "H-hi, I'm, uh, Ked, nice to meet you all."

Khan talked again. "So, you're rebels, huh? Then what was that 'Open for the Empire' crap you said earlier? That didn't sound very rebellious."

Calon looked at Lana, who seemed like she was gonna speak for him. Calon decided he was gonna do it. "That was because I was a imperial. I was basically brainwashed to say that when someone refused me. I was actually in the Empire, just yesterday, infact. I'm,uh, I'm a deserter." After his announcement, Calon seemed a bit, depressed. Khans and Keds reaction looked surprised. "What made you desert, Calon? What happened?" Ked asked in his artificial voice, innocently, to which Khan bumped her elbow against him.

Calon replied. "I-I really don't want to talk about it, honestly." Khan whispered silently to Ked. "Ked Faaros, apologize, he doesn't seem like he wants to be reminded."

Ked started up again. He started to tug on his antenna. "Oh! I'm sorry. I didn't know you didn't want to talk about it. I-i'm sorry."

Calon sulked up and gave a shrug. "It's fine. Don't worry about." Ked continued tugging on his antenna until he noticed Calons E-11 dangling on his belt. "Uh, um. Can i, maybe..."

Khan finished his sentence. "...He wants to see your blaster, with your permission."

"Oh, sure thing." Khan started to laugh a little as he gave it to Ked. "Just watch this." Khan muttered to Lana. Once he handed to the Tarc's claw, he took it and disassembled it with lightning fast speed, taking apart every screw and chip and building it back with intricate detail. Lana looked thoroughly impressed, Khan looked a bit smug, all the while Calon was in absolute surprise and shock.

Ked handed back the blaster and was Calon was amazed. And a lost for words. "Wow, that,th-that was amazing! Can you fix my speeder outside?" Ked gave a quick nod and went outside to the broken down speeder, grabbing a pack of tools on the way. Calon called after him. "Wait, I didn't mean right now."

Khan leaned at the door. "No, let him. He hates being idle, if you don't have something to do for him he gets impatient." Khan went to sit at table and motioned the duo over. "C'mon, sit down, relax."

Lana and Calon sat down and got comfortable. While Ked was outside, out of earshot, Lana asked some questions. "So Khan, thanks a lot for letting us stay and yknow, not letting us die. But I got some questions. The first one being, why the hell is there a Tarc in this side of the galaxy?"

Khan sighed. "His mother got a sense of wanderlust, she justs want to explore everything. Ked was born on a ship heading for the Outer Rim. He doesn't have much of a history, he just worked here and there until we met. "

"But, why are you here?" Calon, a bit rudely, asked. Khan replied. "I suppose it was because he did a lot of favors for any type of rebellious activity and any rebels themselves. I meet him when I was at a Rebel Alliance meeting in Mos Eisley. And thanks for being subtle about that question." Khan sarcastically added.

Lana quizzed a look at Khan. "Wow, you're an actual rebel? Not like us but like a organized rebel?" Kha smugly grinned. "That's right, green bean. I believe everyone should be a part of Rebellion, we have to stand up against those tyrants that rule over us. Hell, the fact that you're an imperial and a deserter just supports it even more! Every bit helps."

Lana crossed her arms and muttered, "Don't call me green bean...". Khan simply laughed. Calon decide to ask another question. "What did you do before you met Ked?"

"Oh, I was a soldier in the Republic. Even though they had those clones, they got volunteers whenever they could." Calon decided to ask one question. "Why are involved with the rebels?"

Her expression changed a bit, from joy to melancholy. "A number of reasons, one; they're evil, literally, it's ruled by a sith lord, which is why they have inquisitors. Two; they "cleanse" entire species to near or complete extinction. Three; alien slaves. Not much to explain. And whatever other dastardly deed you could think they've done." Calon and Lana remained quiet at the table.

Calon thought about the two and thought deeply, then, he looked as if he had brilliant idea. "You should join us! You could bring Ked along, and he could help around Lana's ship, right Lana?" He almost shouted.

Khan wasn't hesitant either. "Thought that would go without saying, I'm always ready for some fun. And I kinda have to bring Ked along anyways, he wouldn't know what to himself if I'm not holding his hand."

Lana sighed and agreed. "Yeah, I do need some help for repairs, but you and Ked have to share a room, I don't have a lot of available Cabins."

Khan nodded and shook Lana's hand. "Don't worry, I'll take care of him."

Just then, Ked came through the door, grease and oil all over his hands and claws. "There was some oil leakage and low fuel but besides that it'll work like before it was damaged. And I refueled it, so no need to refuel." The Tarc grabbed a large rag and began wiping away the grease and such. "What were you having a conversation about?" He asked innocently, Khan then got up from the table and spoke to him quietly. "Ked, honey, they want us to join their group, and I said yes." Ked's crustacean face did its best to make to make a surprise expression, albeit not a good one. "But-but I'm not a rebel like you! I don't know whether I could do such things of violence! I wouldn't know what I would do with myself!"

Ked tugged a bit on his antenna, awaiting for his mind to make a decision. "Look, Ked, if you come with me, they'll have stuff for you to do! Like repairs and things like that. Besides, I don't remember you ever turning down a Rebel in need of a favor." Khan said, with Ked looking worryingly.

"I suppose it is just a favor, and it'll help get me more acquainted with social issues, I think..." Khan smiled and turned to the others. "That settles it. We're going with you guys." Calon smiled while Lana smirked. "Well we need all the help we can acquire. In the morning I'll go to my ship, and then me and Lana will go to her ship and pick you up."

Khan grinned. "Sounds like a plan. Now, you guys want to eat or what? Because I am starving." Then the four sat at the table and chatted about tomorrow and what'll it bring.

This city is much more cooperative than I thought it would be. Amon thought, as the twin suns beat down upon the planet, shining off his black armor. Amon traveled around the city in quick haste, questioning anyone who dared looked at him wrong. He was disappointed of the lack of Imperial enforcement in the city, causing him distress and a bigger loss of info.

He was surprised of how most of the people reacted in his presence, as even the toughest looking being looked at him like a child who saw a monster. He admittedly enjoyed the power it gave him, watching how he, an Inquisitor, brought dominance to the Empire.

Amon strolled down the street in his personal speeder, cape slightly blowing and collecting dust, and collecting stares and gasps from worrying crowd. He continued rolling down the street until he saw a small rodian, who seemed to be watching him closely.

Soon, the rodian noticed him and began to run off, kicking and tripping over people's stands and things.

"You! Come back here!" He shouted, zooming his speeder towards his fleers direction. The alien turned a corner and vanished. Amon caught up to the corner and the Rodians foot enter a building. The Inquisitor made his way to said building, with anyone in front moving away in fear. He read the sign in front of the structure, Big Sills Cantina and Restaurant. He got of his speeder and made his way inside, throwing his cape over shoulder.

Calon had gotten up at sunrise to begin getting ready to head to the ship, eating some food left over from last night and doing his routine excersize. Calon made his way from the house to the speeder outside. Before he started up the engine, he saw that Ked had also gotten up, in the same scraggly red overalls, and was staring at him outside the door.

"Hello, Calon." Ked said, his artificial voice somehow sounding awkward. "May I ask what you're doing up so early?" Calon rubbed his neck. "Just going to do some business in town, I'll be back with supplies for Lana's ship."

Ked looked down at the floor, hands together and right leg kicking dirt before saying something "Okay then." Unsure of what to say to next, Calon started up the bike and dragged it pointing to the ship. Hopping on, Ked decided to ask one more question before Calon left.

"Calon, will I ever need to kill or fight anyone?" Calon looked at the Tarc with confusion, he never heard someone be so straightforward saying that. "Hopefully no. If we have to, then we have to, understand Ked?"

"Yes. And by the way, I'm sorry for last night, I didn't mean to upset you. Oh and thank you, for letting me and Khan participate."

Calon shrugged it off. "Don't mention it, it's fine."

Ked started to nervously tug his antenna, and shaking his hand. "Oh! I didn't know you didn't want to hear or be mentioned of it! I'm very sorry! I always mess things up."

Calon tried calming him down. "Woah woah, it's alright, that was just a phrase of expression, it means don't worry about it." Calming a bit but still pulling his antenna. "Seriously, it's okay."

"Alright then, goodbye Calon." Calon got on the bike and zoomed away, confused by the whole awkward ideal.

Calon zoomed across the land for several minutes before he made his way towards the shuttle. He opened the shuttles doors and went inside. The supplies and guns were inside some grav lift containers, so he could "attach" them onto the speeder. He drew them outside and began attaching to his speeder.

Calon took a few detonators from one of the crates and place them around the most explosive areas of the ship. After all charges were set, he hopped on his bike and sped away. Once he was a safe distance, he got the detonator and pressed the red button, booming coming from the area of the ship and a recognizable shine of fire blasted.

He made his way to Keds and Khans house. Where he saw Lana standing outside in a patient manner. "There you are. And you brought presents." She said, as Calon stopped his bike and got off. "Well, yeah, the reddish brown crates are food. The gray crate is weapons, mostly E-11 blaster and a thermal detonators. Did find a a E-11 Sniper though, I'm keeping that, by the way."

"That's fine, but what do you expect us to keep all these weapons? Are you planning to do anything with them at all besides keeping a collection of old, crappy imperial shit?" Lana said, arms crossed

"Well," Calon replied, "we're going to sell them." Lana's eyes widened, shocked. "Oh no, we are not going to be arms dealers. Where the kriff are you gonna sell these things anyway?"

Calon rubbed his chin, slightly stroking his beard. "How about Coruscant? You know, really deep in the levels?"

Lana sighed and facepalmed. "Fine, but if anything goes south I'm blaming you." Causing a chuckle from Calon. "I thought that went without saying."

Then, the door opened, and Ked and Khan stepped out, Khan holding a blaster carbine and some personal belongings, and Ked carrying a bag of tools. "Hey! You guys done kissing yet? We have a landspeeder to get to, and a four seater too! And it's got room for the crates." Khan yelled, Ked asking whether the kissing part was actually true or not in hushed whispers as they went around the house to the speeder.

Lana's eyes narrowed and she crossed her arms. "I really don't like her little jokes." Calon and Lana then walked to the speeder.

As all four of them got in their seats, Khan started the speeder and headed towards Mos Espa. "Where's your ship, green bean?." Khan asked.

"East side of the city, and I told you, stop calling me green bean!" Lana yelled over the loud engines. Suddenly, the speeder turned, causing everyone to turn left. "Don't worry, Lana, I just like having some fun!" Ked grabbed onto his bag life depended on it, while Calon and Lana in the back where squished together.

"Hey Lana, where's the Ship again?" Khan asked, almost hitting a fruit vendor. Lana screamed. "It's a few more streets up! Slow down!"

After a few more seconds of near misses and a destroyed fruit stand, they made their way to the hanger where Lana's ship is stored. After Khans crazy driving had finally ended, everyone but her were stumbling onto the floor. Calon, hands on his knees, looked up, staring at Lana's ship. "Whoah, that's a big ship."

"Yup." Lana grumbled, on her hands and knees, fighting her nauseousness and the urge to throw up. "It's a freighter, not very pretty, but tough. Oh jeez, I'm gonna be sick." Lana started to dry heave a bit before the rest went inside the ship.

Calon felt it again this time. It was a connection, but not to a place, however, but to something...dark. Whatever it was, he felt its anger, its hatred. He felt another person, Sill, but all he managed from him was fear, and a lose of hope. Just like before, as soon as it came, it was gone. What kind of shavit is my mind playing, he wondered.

Lana huffed, interrupting his thought. "Go, go on inside, make yourself comfortable. Please don't go into my cabin-Hurgh!" Lana's comm started beeping. She slowly reached and answered. "H-hey..."

Inside, miscreants and scum engulfed the establishment, with music and laughter in the air. Amon scanned the room, and saw a Bothan bartender showing worry. He was gonna make his way to him, before a brutish aqualish and the same Rodian he saw earlier stand in his way. "That's him, that's the Imperial!" The Rodian shouted, finder extended to Amon's masked face.

"Well well well, another piece of Imperial scum, how many do we need to make a scene?" The Aqualish said. "You best leave now, Stormtrooper. You got no authority here." Amon's face curled into anger under his helmet, how dare a lowly drunk call me a Stormtrooper? He thought.

Amon made an attempt at passing him. "Move out the way. Now." He said, before being cut off by the alien. "You're not getting anywhere further than this, pig. You better leave before I kill you myse-AGHK!" The Aqualish started slowly levitating from the floor as Amon held up his hand, fingers slightly clenched. The alien clawed at his throat while Amon stood still, and his lackey was watching in horror.

"I told you to move." Amon told the dying alien, hardly audible from the latters gasps and chokes. Amok closed his hand into fist and a sickening crunch was heard. Now lifeless, Among threw the body at an empty table, and then turned his attention to the Rodian, whose friend was just killed by him. "Rodian, have you seen a Scout trooper pass by here recently? Answer honest and I won't hurt you."

The Rodian trembled at the Inquisitor, feeling the hate flow freely in him. "I don't know where he is! I saw him talking to Sill, the owner, and some Mirialan, that's all I know, I swear!" The Sith goave a once over at the cowering alien. Small, weak, and cowardly. No wonder he was hanging out with the Aqualish, he thought. "Thank you, citizen. Your actions will be rewarded." Amon told the alien.

The rodian sighed with relief. "Thank you sir, I hope the info-ACK!" Amon forced choked the rodian mid sentence, with the alien dangling high in the air. "Y-You promised, Ack! I-i wasn't.. gonna get... hurt!" Amon simply chuckled. "I never said I wasn't going to kill you. You didn't bother to stop your friend from interrupting me, and punishment for that is death." The rodian started kicking and clasping his skinny neck.

"You promised!" The alien throated. Amon brought him closer and whispered to his ear. "I never promise anything." He solemnly said, before tightening his grip and throwing him across the room to join his friend. Amon made his way to the bar, with the Bothan wiping the counter fast and scraggly. "I want your finest, if you will."

Sill made sure that his order was put through as fast as possible, making it a top priority. He put a glass filled with his most expensive bottle, and gave it to Amon. Amon thanked him and removed his helmet, sniffing the drink and slowly taking sips. He proceeded to sit down and speak with Sill.

"I hope what the rodian said wasn't true, Sill was it?" Amon asked. Sill gulped. "Yes it's Sill. and it wasn't true, he and that Aqualish had been bothering all month, they'd do anything to make me annoyed or in trouble." Amon continued drinking. "And I suppose you haven't seen any imperial soldiers walking through here, alone, would you?"

Sill lied again. "Naw, usually there's some drunk fool saying his an officer and demanding his drink should be free." Amon laughed heartily at Sills lie, with Sill being in a worried state. The inquisitor began to ask more questions about him and his place, usually surrounding rebellious activity. And each time Sill lied. He knew he was going to ask about the Mirialan girl soon, and he had to protect her too. "So, about this Mirialan girl..." Amon asked. Sill fabricated another reason why she was mentioned in the rodians sloppy confession. "She's a local prostitute, she's pretty popular around here. So she sees a lot of clients here." Amon stroked his beard, assuring Sill he bought it. The large man grabbed his drink one more time and drank the rest.

Amon finished his glass and stood up. "Thank you citizen, but if I'm to continue my investigation, I must speak to you. In private."

Sill nodded. "Sure thing, there's a room in the back, if you want to got there." Amon smiled and went to said room. Sill took his human busboy, Josk, and pulled him aside. "If I don't come back out," he whispered, "you can have the bar, okay? And warn the others, here's how to contact Lana, warn them, now." Josk gulped. "Sure thing boss." Then, Sill let go and went to the private room, Amon waiting in silence.

Sill entered the room closing the door behind him. Amon sat at a small table at the edge of the room, Sill sooned joined him. "I supposed in here we could talk more about the missing scout trooper, without people overhearing and such." Amon said. "I never enjoy eavesdroppers on matters of sensitive topics." Amon shifted his legs to make himself comfortable.

"And they won't hear your lies either." Sills heart just stopped when he heard Amon say that. Has he known I was lying the whole time?! He worried for his safety. He started rubbing his chin nervously.

"Do you know what I despise more than these drunks and degenerates bumbling outside, Sill?" The Inquisitor stood from his chair, towering over the old Bothan. "It is liars. I absolutely loathe them, I have nothing but hatred for them. And it seems you've been doing it too." Amon moved his hand and opened a cabinet near the table, revealing the worn scout trooper uniform. Aw kriff, Was all Sill thought. Amon turned and faced him again. "I'm afraid I must punish you for rebellious activity. Pity, you were actually a bit humorous. And don't take it personally, it is only to get the job done.

Sill pleaded with Amon, stalling before the old mammals death. "Amon, please, I beg of you. I honestly don't kno-URK!" Amon force choked Sill, only slightly enough to make him stop talking. "It should've been best to tell the truth, Sill, you would've lived longer." Sill stared at him, eyes asking for life, to which Sith eyes saw no response.

Amon drew out a shiny and curved handle, sleek with buttons and knobs. He activated it, drawing out a long red blade, humming with hunger for a kill. A lightsaber. A weapon only used by jedi, and only Sith. Sill's mind raced with fear and worry, before he only thought one sentence. Oh force. They don't stand a chance...

Amon flicked his wrist and drawn Sill close with an incredible speed before Amon thrusted his lightsaber through his abdomen, all the way to the hilt. Sill let out a choked cry and widened eyes, before going limp, and closing his eyes. Amon threw his body of the lightsaber and onto the bed.

He headed out of the room, door slightly hinged, with Sills hand hanging out the bed. Amon looked at a petrified Josk, among the same look customers of the bar. "Boy, tell me." Amon said. "Tell me where the Mirialan girls ship is." Josk started shaking with fear before he replied with shame.

"The...the ship is located at the east side of the city. Bay 13." Josk said, hand in his face with shame. Amon nodded. "Thank you citizen." Amon made his way outside. As soon as he heard the speeder.

Josk called Lana as fast as he can, her hologram popping up, with her on one knee and catching her breath. "H-hey. Josk? What do you want? Is Sill watching out for any Imperial-hmmf!-activity."

Josk ran his hand through his hair. "You guys need to leave Tatooine now. Someone is going after you, some big guy in a cape. All black buckethead armor. Very scary. He killed Sill, leave and don't come back."

Lana couldn't believe it, she couldn't feel her face. Sill is dead. Putting that thought aside for now, she hurried along to the ship, closing the hatch and running to the cockpit, where the others were waiting. "Everyone, we are leaving. Sill is dead, and some imperial is chasing us. We got to go to Coruscant ASAP." She started up the ship, and it slightly rumbled as it lifted off, flying through the sky, away from the city.

"If we go to Coruscant with him chasing us, then we've have the whole kriffing ISB to worry about. We got to go somewhere else." Khan added. Ked spoke up also. "I agree, if we go to Coruscant, are chances of being caught will be much, much higher than this situation, especially if he reports it to Imperial Command."

"Calon, do you know who the heck is chasing us?"

"I don't know." He answered. "I don't why, but, I could feel him, his angry, and cold, and just...evil."

Lana, unsatisfied with his answer, began setting coordinates for Coruscant. Once again, Calon felt something, this time it was a planet, covered in rainforest, with gray skies and sandy beaches. Kashyyyk. He realized. There's something on Kashyyyk.

"Lana, set coordinates to Kashyyyk." Lana looked at him, baffled. "Why are we going to Kashyyyk. Of all places?" Calon just responded a bit laxed. "Trust me on this, Okay?"

Lana grumbled. "Kashyyyk, meg di'kut Ru'kel slanar ogir."

"What was that?" Khan asked.

Lana flicked her hand. "It was nothing, once we leave the atmosphere, we go to hyperdrive and go to Kashyyyk."

Suddenly, the ship started to rumble, as sounds of blaster cannons roared. Amon started shooting the ship accurately, hitting the engines. Unfortunately for him, this ship had some good armor. Firing some more, the freighter shook and rumbled, trying to get away from the blasts.

Inside, Lana was struggling to keep her steady. "Woah!" Calon tripped and hit his head against a pipe, and was knocked unconscious. "Seriously!? Ugh, Khan, go to the rear gun and start shooting back. Ked, please sit up Calon in a my cabin, and check the engines, my astromech is broken and can't check it."

Ked nodded and carried Calon easily and he scurried along. They had just left the atmosphere and were heading towards space, Lana preparing for hyperdrive to Kashyyyk. Khan was laughing maniacally as she tried blasting the Inquisitor into oblivion. "Hahahahaha, take that you imperial excrement!" Amon, however, just rolled over and flipped, dodging the barrage of red plasma. Amon fired his green lasers at them, nearly missing the rear gun.

Lana turned on the intercom. "Alright everyone, hold tight, we're jumping!" Khan, looking through the glass of the gun, gave him a two fingered salute. Amon figured that they were gonna jump, and fired a small rocket, containing a XX-23 S-thread tracker, and landed on the hull of the ship. The gunner shot once more before the ship went to hyperspace.

The blast did hit the starboard side of Amon's ship, but Amon payed no matter. He went back down to Tatooine and towards an Imperial base, and got it repaired. He didn't need to catch up, because wherever they went, he will know too.

Calon woke up to a dizzy state inside a cabin, decorated with small knick knacks and strange characters, and a sleek looking blaster pistol. Calon picked up the blaster pistol and inspected the weapon. It was rather very blocky, and weighed lightly. On it were some geometric engravings and some of the same strange characters.

"It's the WESTAR-35." Lana said, standing at the doorway. "Stylized with some Mirialan patterns and Mando'a characters. You could look at it if you like." Calon studied the blaster carefully, getting the feel of the grip and weight, trying to get use to it. "Eh, I still like the E-11 ergo grips. More comfortable. And what does this word right here say?" He pointed to the small phrase at the side of the barrel.

"Ratiin Tracyn Sol'yc; Always Fire First."

"Oh. What happened when I was out? How long was I out?"

Lana shrugged. "We went to hyperdrive. Had Ked lift you here. Not much besides that."

"Okay, how long was I out then?" Lana grabbed the pistol. "You were out for several hours, you hit your head pretty hard, but besides possible long term brain damage, you'll be fine."

Calon slowly got up, and made his way outside the cabin, then to the cockpit. Khan was sitting at the copilot seat, drinking a cup of Coffee. Outside the glass, he saw a planet covered in gray and green. It was Kashyyyk. "We're already here?"

"Yup." Lana smiled. "Second fastest ship there is. After some guy named Holan Sol or whatever and his ship, a YT-1300 he calls Century Bird or something. Ked said that the damage that Imperial caused needs us to land as soon as possible, but he said it was repairable. He fixed my astromech, Spot."

Then, a black and green astromech covered it blaster marks, came in whistling quietly. "Spot is pretty shy, but he's okay once he's opened up."

"You call it a he?"

Lana rose an eyebrow. "Why wouldn't I?" Khan added a reason. "He's an Imperial, Lana. They have trouble deciding if whether if non-humans should have more rights than a trash can."

"Hey, I'm not like that okay." Calon interjected. "I wasn't all alien hating as the other guys in my platoon. Just hurry up and land already." Khan lowered the ship into a small clearing. "I'll tell Ked to stay inside so he could fix the engines, then I'll join you guys outside." Khan left the cockpit.

Once Khan joined Calon and Lana, they started planning. "We should scout ahead, see if there's a village or something."

Lana slightly shuddered. "Why, there's already something that's watching us, I know." Khan shared the same feeling. "This place is creepy, why'd you bring us here Calon?"

Calon replied. "There's something that'll help us, or someone. I don't know, I just feel it." All three of them weren't wrong. Deep in the thickets of the tropical forest, two pairs of eyes slowly watched them move off the beach, leaving their impressions on the sand.

"Hi chuba da naga ootmians?" A larger, deep voice grumbled. "Well Slug, why don't you ask them what they want?" Responded a younger voice. "And if they want, they'll keep our beds warm, with us with them." The larger figure put a large hand on his face, shaking slowly.

The smaller silhouette laughed. "I'll introduce myself when the time is right, Slug. Don't you worry. They seem interesting." The small silhouette stared at the man walking in the middle between the two women. He felt a connection, something he hadn't felt in years. Something he thought was long gone. "Very Interesting."

A/N: Forgive me for my poorly worded reference. Anyways, this was probably the longest chapter I have written. Ever. It took me days to get just to get to Amons introduction, but I managed to finish this.

At this point, I feel safe to say I have enough rebels, or not really. I really mean to say is I feel i don't have enough Empire OCs. It would be nice to have some villains.

I do have some news, I'm making a new SYOC story, it's about GTA V, based off heist from the game and an original heist too. If you're not interested, just ignore this.

Anyways, OCs are submissible, and send through PM. Leave reviews and comments please. Big Bravo out.