Ch2 - A New Doctrine
5th Fleet Headquarters, Imperial Naval Base Anaxes, 18 BBY
"We have our orders," Percy announced to the room at large.
The Commanding Officers of the vessels of the new Imperial Fifth Fleet snapped to attention immediately, their heads turning as the nervous energy that had been building in the room sparked to a new level. The group had been placed on high alert following news of a potential escalation in tensions over Mon Cala. The Emperor had informed Percy that, should the situation become more dire, his troops would deploy over the planet, either in a show of force, or indeed to do what might need to be done in the event of a rebellion.
Percy nodded to himself as his command staff moved to surround the holotable from which he would be giving his orders.
In some ways, he had never had the time to feel this level of emotion prior to a deployment. There had been nerves, yes. However, his first deployment into a pitched battle had been that fateful day over Geonosis. The rest of his work, prior to the outbreak of the Clone War had been dealing with minor pirate threats and aiding planets in dealing with insurgencies that would eventually, as he later realised, manifest themselves in CIS sympathising oppositions.
This group of men and women, however, were being thrown into this situation with all the training that they were due, and all the tools with which to succeed. They had not, however, been given the chance to test out those skills in the real world.
"The Emperor has noticed that the techniques of Negotiation utilised by King Lee-Char of Mon Cala are worryingly similar to those used by the Jedi Traitors of the fallen Republic. I myself have served alongside many such warriors, and am familiar with the level of deception of which they are capable. If the Mon Calamari are indeed knowingly harbouring one or more of these fugitives, they are in violation of Imperial Law, and as such they will be subjected to an Imperial Occupation until such a time as they can be trusted to regain the privilege of their own autonomy.
Our mission is to provide a Naval Escort for Lord Vader and his detail of Inquisitors - each an expert at detaining and subduing the Jedi - and the Purge Trooper complement which will provide this group with an elite armed escort. Should the situation deteriorate from such a scenario, then our assets will be utilised as recommended, dependant on the response of the Mon Calamari Defence Forces."
Percy paused, and took a moment to scan the room.
"Are there any questions?" he asked.
A timid hand was raised, and his gaze softened slightly. Hebe had been painfully nervous to join up, as he had seen during her time under his charge in the College on Anaxes, and she had all but clung onto his offer of a place as a ship's commander within the 5th Fleet, instead of being out on the frontlines in the outer rim, confronting the CIS Remnants and chasing down rogue Jedi and Clones.
Her place as a Captain so soon after her graduation from the Academy had come as a result of a great many factors, precisely none of which had been in her control. Her parents had practically thrown money at Governor Wilhuff Tarkin, and her older sister, a certain Pallas Athena, had been her Commanding Officer for a large portion of her commissioning course. A few slipped details into the system had placed the young woman, barely twenty cycles of age, at the helm of one of the most fearsome vessels in the galaxy.
Percy, funnily enough, could relate, he found.
There had been factors at play over the four years from the graduation from the Academy to his ascension to Commodore aged twenty at the outbreak of the Clone War. He had at least gained some experience as a junior officer, however, and had found himself at home at the helm of a naval vessel.
"Are we going to find ourselves in a fight?"
The news that he was about to deliver to the young Alderaanian would not be something that she wished to hear.
"There are three of the fleet's I-Class Star Destroyers being deployed on this mission, loaded with a full complement of Stormtroopers and prepared for battle, Hebe," Percy informed her. "For this mission, those will be my own flagship, the Prosecutor, as well as Geryon's Adjudicator and your own Lawbringer. "
"Admiral, can I not take the next one?" the young woman pleaded, and Percy shook his head sadly.
"I am not in control of who deploys, Hebe," he reasoned calmly, "There are three of our seven I-Class vessels ready to deploy at any given time. Yours is one of them."
Hebe nodded, and stepped back, head bowed.
"The rest of you are to remain on standard duties. Rear-Admiral Eurytion will take up the post of Station Commander, and will be our first point of contact regarding this operation. There will be three Star Destroyer Commanders accompanying him in the Operations Room at any given point in time, with three II-Class assets prepared to respond with a minor battlegroup to any situations that may rise in our scope of operations. Lieutenant Commander Castellan will create a rota for this."
The blond nodded, and Percy dismissed the room.
Eurytion, as Percy's Second in Command, remained for further instructions, though he delayed his conversation with the Corellian when he noticed one of his ship's commanders lingering back, still in the room.
"Percy, it was Athena, wasn't it?" Hebe asked, her voice trembling as a result of the stress which she had placed upon herself. "She's the one who said that I'm meant to go, isn't she?"
"Hebe, I wish I could blame someone," Percy told her gently, "But I am being honest when I tell you that this is just a result of circumstance. Your ship is one of three that are ready. I cannot tell someone else to take command of a ship that is not theirs, purely because all of the others have been out on operations within the past month. Now tell me, can I reasonably ask Eurytion to go back out just a week after that incident in the Garel System?"
Hebe shook her head.
"Just listen to what I tell you, and I promise you, Hebe, you'll be fine."
She nodded, and left the room.
"Watch out for her, Percy," Eurytion warned, "Who knows what she could end up doing if she find herself alone and out of her depth."
Percy nodded, and continued with the orders at hand.
ISD Prosecutor, Hyperspace, 18 BBY
"Imperial Shuttle 4-9-Whiskey, this is ISD Prosecutor. Your clearance codes are approved. An escort will meet you in hangar bay Three."
"Your hospitality is appreciated, Admiral Perseus Jackson," the distinctive voice replied over the comm, and Percy smirked. "I look forward to meeting you once more."
The Right Hand of the Emperor would arrive a few moments later, flanked by his inquisitors and the pair of Ensigns that Percy had dispatched to receive him.
"Lord Vader," Percy greeted, "A pleasure to have you aboard the Prosecutor. I look forward to working with you once more."
"Likewise, Perseus," the man replied, "It has been some time since we last met."
"Your colleagues, sir?" Percy asked, gesturing towards the inquisitors. Among them he could identify a Miraluka, a Dowutin and another of a species who he could not quite identify from the white leather straps that hung from the brow of his helmet, forming a visor which head his eyes.
"Members of the Inquisitorious," Vader explained, his voice remaining the low thrum that it had been since he had found himself encased within his armour. "They will accompany me on this mission."
Percy nodded. He had heard tales of the exploits of the newly raised force of Jedi Hunters, though this was the first time that had ever encountered them.
"Update on the situation, Lord Vader," Percy informed, "the Imperial Envoy sent by Governor Tarkin has been killed on Mon Cala. No evidence supporting that it was Lee Char who is directly responsible, but Eurytion tells me that there has been no attempt to apologise for the incident, and as such my recommendation is to prepare for a full assault, aiming to neutralise any potential Jedi Threat."
"I agree with your analysis, Admiral," Vader intoned, blank eyes staring Percy down, "But what occurs on the surface will be my decision."
"As you wish, my Lord," Percy conceded. "We will be leaving hyperspace within the next five minutes."
Vader nodded once, and left the bridge of the Prosecutor.
ISD Prosecutor, Mon Calamari System, 18 BBY
"Imperial Star Destroyer declare your purpose," the Mon Calamari Radio Operator demanded.
Percy took the communicator himself, projecting a hologram through to their Control Centre.
"Mon Calamari Control, this is Fleet Admiral Perseus Jackson of the Imperial 5th Fleet. My vessels are here to escort Lord Vader, envoy from the Emperor to King Lee Char of Mon Cala."
"I am instructed to reroute this transmission to the Commander of the King's Guard, General Ackbar," the desk jockey informed him, and Percy nodded. The kid was out of his depth, and would likely have fumbled over his words. It was always easier to deal with senior officers; they tended to actually know what they were doing.
Within a few moments, Ackbar's face had appeared in the Bridge of ISD Prosecutor.
"Admiral Jackson, it has been some time," the Mon Calamari greeted, and Percy nodded.
"That it has, Ackbar, though it is on far less familiar terms that I find my ships returning to Mon Cala."
"A terrible business, Jackson," Ackbar sympathised, though he did not elaborate.
"Tell me, General, is there a Jedi Fugitive on your planet?"
"I cannot answer that, Admiral," Ackbar answered, his tone impressively level for a man backed into a corner.
"Is that because you are under orders not to, or because the answer is one that I will not like?"
"My orders are clear, Admiral Jackson," the Mon Cala reaffirmed, "I cannot give you an answer."
"Lord Vader is en route to the surface as we speak, Ackbar," Percy warned. "It is my hope that he will not encounter resistance, and that he can conduct his business quickly and efficiently. If there is nothing to fight about, then there will be no fighting today."
Ackbar broke off the communication.
Percy did the same, turning his back on the viewport and rubbing his temples in frustration.
"By the Manda, they could have made this easy."
ISD Prosecutor, Mon Calamari System, 18 BBY
"Prosecutor, this is Landing Force Alpha. We have reached the surface largely unopposed, and have begun our search for the Jedi Fugitives. Lord Vader has been confronted by General Ackbar, who continues to insist that there is no Jedi present."
A trooper rushed into the bridge, the sliding doors hissing shut behind him.
"Admiral, new message incoming from Anaxes."
"Patch it through," Percy told him, and one of the ensigns on the Bridge did so instantly.
"Admiral Jackson," the instantly recognisable voice of Governor Wilhuff Tarkin opened, "Your orders are to demand the surrender of all military forces on the planet Dac. If they refuse to comply, you will dispatch ground forces to capture all targets."
"On what grounds, Sir?" Percy asked of the former Republican Captain, "they have complied with our instructions thus far, and Lord Vader's team has not faced any resistance since they made land."
"On the Emperor's orders, Jackson," Tarkin shot back, eyes hardening.
Percy nodded, and punched a set of orders into the holodesk for his other commanders, and brought up a tactical display of the planet.
"Beginning assault imminently, Governor," Percy told Tarkin, who nodded and cut off the transmission.
The Mandalorian then turned to the commander of his Stormtrooper detachment.
"I suggest concentrated assaults on their landing platforms, Commander," he told the man, a Coruscanti son of a Noble who had likely never seen combat in his life. "Set weapons to stun and incapacitate anyone who attempts to resist. Your goals are to capture Officers and Nobles, and upon the capture of King Lee-Char you are to initiate the planet's surrender protocols."
"Your advice is appreciated, Admiral," The Coruscanti man replied, "I hope that I can call upon it when I am on the surface."
"You plan on leading the assault?" Percy asked, somewhat impressed at the man's bravado.
"A portable command post, Sir," the man explained. "I wouldn't want to be stuck examining displays and ordering the battle from a minor scale when I can't see the action at all."
Percy nodded thoughtfully. "I will keep an eye out for you, Commander," he told the man, "though from my experience of Land Battles, I'd advise you not to forget that there's fighting both on land and in the air. In this case, you've got to deal with what's underwater too."
The Commander nodded.
"Good luck, Commander."
ISD Prosecutor, Mon Calamari System, 18 BBY
"Tanks deployed successfully," the Commander reported back, and Percy nodded. "Upper levels cleared."
"I'll send a shuttle down so we can get the prisoners out." he offered, "We'll pull them into the Hangars until the operation's over."
"Prisoners?" the Commander asked amusedly, "There are no prisoners, Jackson. Governor Tarkin ordered that a message be sent to the Galaxy. They have harboured a known fugitive, and then attempted to defend him! They deserve it, I say!"
Percy shook his head, bringing up Eurytion's communication line.
"Confirm orders, Anaxes?" he asked, tone steely. His Second in Command responded immediately.
"Affirmed, Prosecutor, Orders were to go in hot. No Prisoners."
Percy clenched his jaw.
"Understood."
ISD Prosecutor, Mon Calamari System, 18 BBY
"Prosecutor, this is Anaxes," the comm chirped, an hour or so later. "Governor Tarkin with a message for you."
"Patch him through," Percy all but growled into his end of the communicator. For the past hour, he had been sending through orders to the stormtroopers on the ground, logging dozens of reports of grinding hallway-to-hallway combat as the Mon Calamari and Quarren sequestered themselves away in the underwater portions of Dac City. Imperial troops were pushing through, yes, but the cost of life would be far greater than the Imperial 212th could handle.
"Admiral," The Governor greeted, "How goes the assault?"
"Ah, well now you call it a karking assault, do you, you sithspitting bastard?" Percy raged, "Do you have any idea how many lives have been lost because you insisted that your damned soldiers use lethal force?"
"Ah, well I must be mistaken, Admiral," Tarkin retorted, "How was the Battle of Umbara won; was it by asking them to surrender nicely, or was it won by soldiers, putting their lives on the line?"
"Don't you dare bring up Umbara, you coward," Percy spat, "You have no right. You weren't there."
"Struck a nerve, have I?" Tarkin smirked, "I seem to recall that you took no losses in that battle, Jackson. Governor Ramirez-Arellano, now, of course stationed on Corulag, was taken off the field, and I believe the Jedi Niccolo di Angelo was wounded."
"And what of it?" Percy shot back.
"You wouldn't happen to be, ah, close to either of them, would you Jackson?"
Percy 's eyes widened at the insinuation.
"Reyna was a colleague, Tarkin," he snarled, "And I will ask you who exactly it was who led the Clones into the Temple first? Who captured what is now the Emperor's Throne Room?"
Tarkin merely raised an eyebrow.
"Pettiness does not befit you, Admiral," he remarked, "See that the job is done."
The Governor ended the call, the smirk still on his face.
ISD Prosecutor, Mon Calamari System, 18 BBY
"This is Purge Trooper Division 13, contact made with Jedi Fugitive," the Comm sounded out, and Percy sighed.
"Proceed as ordered, Division 13," he told the man, one of the last remaining Clones in Imperial Service.
"Proceeding, Admiral," The Purge Trooper declared, and Percy turned back to his tactical display, marking the spot where the Jedi had been found; it would need to be investigated at a later date in order to find any potential evidence regarding the other remnants of the fallen Jedi Order.
There had been reports of chases occurring all over the galaxy, with Depa Billaba's former officers hunting down Caleb Dume to no success, and the continuing hunts for the likes of Yoda and Kenobi.
His musings were cut out, however, by a new message crackling over the communicator, still live, from the Purge Troopers.
"Execute Order 66."
His eyes widened.
The Inquisitors were far too skilled to be cut down by a single team of clones, especially with Vader at their side, but they certainly couldn't fulfil their objective of capturing the Jedi fugitive.
That he knew that they were former Jedi themselves, and indeed to know that the Purge Troopers were clones, too?
Now that was simultaneously impressive and concerning.
"Lord Vader has captured King Lee Char!" The Stormtroopers' commander crowed victoriously, "only resistance remaining is the buildings to the south."
"Congratulations," Percy told the man, "Take him and withdraw your troops. Make sure that you detain any surviving Purge Troopers; they have been possessed by the Jedi, and remain a risk until they prove themselves safe."
"And you, Admiral, will charge your main weapons batteries," Tarkin's voice uttered.
"You want an orbital bombardment," Percy observed.
"I do," Tarkin replied. "Issue?"
"None, Governor," Percy spat. "Charging primary batteries, or do you want me to bomb Imperial troops as well as Imperial citizens?"
Tarkin merely smirked, ending the communication with a final barb. "Make it a good show, Jackson, the King and the entire galaxy are watching."
ISD Prosecutor, Mon Calamari System, 18 BBY
The bombardment had gone on for ten full minutes now, all Imperial Forces safely on board their ships and out of the way of the hellfire raining now raining down upon the hapless planet of Mon Cala. Percy had never been given a reason to make use of this particular capability o his former ships, from the Arquitens he had once commanded, to the Negotiator to this one, over the six years that he had held command of a vessel with such capacities.
He hoped that he never needed to again, though he understood that it likely would occur. Tarkin's doctrine of putting down rebellions had been successful thus far, and it simply could not be risked with planets so key to Imperial Supply Lines.
He had switched off bionic scanners at three minutes, and radars at five. Hebe had left the helm of her ship, ISD Lawbringer, and Eurytion had left the Operations Room on Anaxes. The message that Tarkin was sending to the galaxy set a dangerous precedent, and none of Percy's Captains wished to speak at this point in time, too scared that they would make known their dissent.
"We're seeing enemy capital ships emerging from under the surface, Admiral," one of his Lieutenants reported.
Percy flicked on his radar systems, and opened up comms.
"Mon Calamari Flagship, this is Fleet Admiral Perseus Jackson of the Imperial Fifth Fleet. Proceed without engaging my vessels and you will not be engaged in response. There need not be more bloodshed on this day."
"Fleet Admiral Perseus Jackson, I will remember your actions this day. All Mon Calamari will," Spoke the voice of Captain Raddus, "You take our homes, kill our people, and then think of yourself as a Godly figure who can spare our lives. Mark my words, these ships which we fly will return, and see the downfall of your precious Empire."
Throne Room, Imperial Palace, Coruscant, Galactic Core, 18 BBY
"Perseus!" The Emperor greeted, a smile on his aged face, "how excellent to see you!"
"And yourself, My Emperor." Percy scanned the room, finding Vader, Mas Amedda, Krennic and Tarkin to be present. "Governor, Director, Lord Vader."
"Your actions over Mon Cala were noted by Lord Vader, Perseus," Tarkin said to the Mandalorian. "I find that your ability to respond to the changing atmosphere was admirable, even under, ah, pressure."
"Indeed," Percy shot back, "Your own role in those communications was appreciated, if somewhat hit and miss with regards to their reaching my vessels in orbit."
Tarkin smirked, and Percy knew that his message had been received.
"Petty squabbles aside, Gentlemen," the Emperor interjected, "I can only congratulate you for your success, Perseus; your fleet is a vital asset to my Empire, and your careful nurturing of their skills is plain to see."
Percy nodded his thanks, though there was evidently more to be said.
"Perseus, I wish to confer upon you the rank of Grand Admiral," Palpatine told him. "An anomaly among those of your age, and yet your entire career seems to be just that. More importantly, I would like to bring you into the sphere of those with their own personal projects; weapons which would be vital to maintaining galactic order."
Percy nodded cautiously. He and Reyna had come up with their ideas, of course, and this would be his opportunity to see these theories come to life.
"I accept."
Palpatine smiled.
Senate Chambers, Coruscant, Galactic Core, 18 BBY
Reyna Tritonis, or Ramirez-Arellano as she was still officially called, took her seat in the Galactic Senatorial pod for Corulag.
She had been fortunate enough in her posting, she supposed, with a planet of military significance, and overseeing the training of the new Imperial Army. Many who she had served alongside prior to the war had been cast aside, thrown into the Outer Rim to oversee minor planets.
Corulag, however, was far from the worst place to be put on an eight year legislation.
The only thing that gave her reason to worry at the moment was Percy, and…
No, she couldn't bear to think of the other thing. Not outside of Tritonis territory.
The session of the Senate was simply enough navigated, the Jedi Crisis on Mon Cala and the 5th Fleet's subsequent reaction having made galactic news and been accepted as reasonable force used on a resisting force who had chosen to ardently protect a fugitive. Indeed, there had been protests from the likes of Ryloth and Lothal, both also producers of Imperial resources on a large scale, but the issue had been brushed aside largely.
That was, until the end of the session.
"I am honoured," The Emperor declared, "to call forwards a true hero of the Empire."
Minds were set alight around the room, the cogs in their heads whirring as they attempted to determine who exactly was being credited here.
"Fleet Admiral Perseus Jackson was not recognised for his actions in the Jedi Temple, nor was he for the initial leadership of the Imperial Navy in the aftermath of the disastrous assault on Kamino. Today, I confer upon him the rank of Grand Admiral, with all the rights and responsibilities that such a rank offers an Officer of the Empire. I hope that you shall all join me in expressing your congratulations and thanks."
The Senate chamber rose as one in applause, and Annabeth could see Jason smirking across at her.
She scowled; if Jason knew something and she was involved, then it could well end up being problematic.
"The Grand Admiral's first task shall be the securing of a momentous Trade Deal with the former states of the Confederation of Independent Systems, to bring to a close all hostilities between ourselves, the Trade Federation, the Mining Guild and the Banking Clan. He, as one of our premier commanders over the course of the Clone War, shall organise the definitive end of that conflict, after which he will take his annual leave. Good Luck, Grand Admiral Perseus Jackson."
Reyna looked down at her holoscreen, which now bore a message from Percy.
Pack. We're going on a holiday.
Reyna sighed.
Imperial Shuttle Calamity, Hyperspace, 18 BBY
"So," Jason cut in, breaking the silence that had reigned for the best part of an hour, "Just like the good old days, huh?"
If the twin scoffs that Percy and Reyna had emitted had come any closer, Percy would have called it almost suspicious. In any case, the pair had made their point.
"What?" Jason protested, much to the pair's amusement, "It's not like anything has changed between any of us since the war ended, right?"
Reyna sent Percy a smirk. "Are you going to tell him, or am I?"
"You do it Cyar'ika," Percy sighed, "I'm recovering from firebombing a planet."
Reyna sent Percy a warning look that told him that there would be further conversation on this topic.
"I'm Mandalorian now," Reyna told the confused Kuati, who recoiled.
"You karking what now?" he exclaimed, gaze flitting between the pair of his fellow Academy Graduates, "Why is everyone randomly deciding they're from a different planet these days?"
"We got married, you obtuse Nerf-Herder," Percy deadpanned, and Jason's eyes widened.
"Well damn."
Main Vault Fortress, Scipio, Albarrio System, 18 BBY
"Your only demand for completely compliant peace is your ability to defend yourself autonomously?" Jason asked incredulously, his eyebrows raised.
"Just so, Senator Grace," the group of negotiators told him, and Percy sent a look at Reyna.
"And why are you not asking for more, as a group of people who have lost so much capital over the course of the war?" Reyna asked suspiciously, to which the Banking Clan representative nodded.
"We are happy to police the spaces which we control, so long as we are not interfered with. We commit to complying entirely with Imperial Staff at periodic checks to maintain confidence that we are not abusing this autonomy. We pledge all this on one sole condition."
"And what is that?" Percy asked the man, leaning forwards.
"We… we lack ships, Grand Admiral," the man admitted, "All we require are policing vessels, you see, but all Trade, Banking and Mining manufacturing facilities were destroyed within the past year, due to their links with the manufacture of Battle Droids."
"You want ships," Percy deadpanned. "And autonomy over your territories."
"Consider us an extension of the Empire's power," another negotiator offered. "We won't even interfere if you conduct random spot checks. Just enough fighter craft to defend our facilities, and the small carriers - Gozantis, you call them? To carry them."
"Deal," Jason cut in, shaking the man's hand.
Percy gave Reyna a look, but didn't question the deal. The Empire was hardly losing anything. In fact, their older TIE fighters could now be offloaded on the three federations, allowing them to conduct whatever modifications they wished on those redundant craft, and the Empire would, in theory, have a secured portion of the galaxy , with no responsibility but to ensure that they remained within their remit.
It also removed the significant strain from Imperial Trade Brokers and Miners, who had been using rudimentary methods to predict the stock market based on pre-war figures. It had been stock market errors that had initiated Lee Char's grievances with the Empire; hopefully there wouldn't be any more such issues.
Tritonis Stronghold, Krownest, New Kleyman System, 18 BBY
"Go on then, Percy," Reyna demanded as they sat down on the armchairs that took up their personal quarters of the Mandalorian Stronghold, "Tell me what happened."
"Tarkin happened, Rey," Percy admitted. "We had feared that him getting free reign over internal matters would mean that rebellions were dealt with differently, but by the Manda, what if it were this planet, or Kalevala, or Mandalore? To what extent am I able to protect my people?"
Reyna sighed, leaning over and wrapping her arms around him.
"You know that the people of Mandalore are able to defend themselves, right?" she asked him.
"So were the Mon Calamari, Reyna," he argued, "And for a good long time too."
"Then we'll just fight harder if the Empire ever come knocking, won't we?" a new voice interjected.
Percy's eyes widened at the voice, and attempted to stand, but Reyna held him down.
"My Lady," he breathed.
"Amphitrite will do, Perseus." The Lady of House Tritonis sat down, taking the seat across from the pair. "And your fears, while appreciated, are unfounded. We are loyal enough to the Saxon dogs who have pledged themselves to the Emperor's beck and call that we are in no danger. Our warriors patrol their halls, our pilots fly their ships. Fear not, Perseus, for we will not befall the fate of the Mon Calamari, nor the fate of the Republic. Trust in your father, and impart your teachings upon Triton, that he may be as wise a ruler as Poseidon is."
"I will, Lady Amphitrite," Percy told her sincerely. "Upon the souls of our ancestors, I will."
"Then we are safe, Perseus." Amphitrite left the room.
Tritonis Stronghold, Krownest, New Kleyman System, 18 BBY
The Mandalorian sat in his desk chair heavily, a glass in his hand. There were very few options that he could use at this point, but by the Manda he would make use of them.
"Bail, it's been some time, has it not?" he asked.
The Senator for Alderaan smiled genially at the face of a man who had brought him out of a fair few tight situations.
"Perseus!" he greeted, "how excellent to see you! I heard that you were involved in that disaster on Mon Cala - are you okay?"
"Bail," Percy interjected, "Mon Cala was a massacre, and I don't think it will be the last. The Jedi was at fault for the combat, yes, but do not be mistaken - it was Imperial troops who started it."
Organa's face darkened, and immediately he nodded. "Tell me who, Percy, and I can attempt to deal with it. Just make sure that it can't be tracked back to yourself."
"Don't worry about me, Organa," Percy snapped. The line was going through several stops, many of which took him through Death Watch-controlled Communications posts. The security of his words was far from his biggest problem. "You can't take on these people in the senate. Krennic. Tarkin. We can only wait, and watch."
"I understand, Perseus," the Senator replied. "Thank you for letting me know."
A/N
New Chapter! This was certainly a fun one to write, going into stuff that didn't make it to our screens, and instead again delving into the Marvel Comics.
For those of you unfamiliar, the firebombing of Dac or Mon Cala was covered in Marvel's Vader Comics, and it's actually quite interesting if you're looking for some new nerdiness. I saw it as a chance to play around a bit, and this is the result.
Oh, and of course that deal that Percy, Jason and Reyna closed was the one that gives the Banking Clan, Trade Federation, Mining Guild etc the cool golden TIEs that we kept seeing in Rebels. I couldn't find anything on the official canonical reason, so I made one up. I'm allowed to do that (I think) so I did haha.
Next chapter, Skystrike Academy, and Thrawn.
On an unrelated note, The Wings of a Republic has crossed 100 Favourites on FFN! Not that I was targeting any particular numbers, but that's quite a cool one, I reckon. Let's see if this one can go even further.
The usual thanks to my Beta Reader and Lore Litigator Mr. Dudududhehe, go and check out his own content if you haven't already.
Until next time, then,
Sol
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