Hey folks, Grubkiller here.
This is part 2 of my latest story. Just to let all of you know, by next chapter, this story will be rated M for a few... kinky scenes.
Until then, please be sure to read, enjoy, and review.
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Imperial Garrison, just outside main settlement.
In the large Imperial base just outside of Raada's largest settlement, activity was buzzing as military personnel scrambled to respond to the uprising happening literally next door.
Army troopers manned the perimeter. Vehicles were powered up and prepared to march out to the town, while a squadron of TIE fighters were scrambled to establish control of the airspace.
In the main HQ, an Imperial officer, Major Jenneth Pilar, was overseeing the counter-insurgency operation from is command post in the base's main office building.
"Lieutenant, give me a situation update." The major commanded.
The younger officer tapped a few keys on the holo-table, showing him a blue holographic display of the main settlement. Areas that were under insurgent assault flashed red.
"Sir, the rebels are attacking key targets across the town." These areas that flashed red included the town's stormtrooper barracks, a supply depot, a motor pool, the main gates, and even the prisons, where political dissidents were being held. "They're attempting to cripple our hold on the town."
"What happened to the Emperor's agents?" Pilar asked, referring to the Inquisitor and his troopers, who were here to hunt down a supposed Jedi.
"We lost all contact with our personnel out in the forest. We fear that they are lost."
Major Pilar looked closely at the map and noticed that the administration building at the center of town had not been attacked yet.
"Get me in contact with the Governor, immediately."
"I'm sorry, sir. The Governor isn't responding to our comms. And we're getting reports that suggest his personal shuttle has just taken off moments ago."
Pilar leaned on the table and shook his head. He would deal with that coward later. "Well then get me in contact with someone over there."
The young officer then patched Pilar in with a Stormtrooper NCO who was still outside the building in the main courtyard based on his locator beacon.
"Sergeant," Pilar demanded. "What the Hell is going on over there?"
"Sir, the parti-fffffzzzzzz-ave overrun our pos-fffzzz-ions. They're being led by a Je-ffffzzzz. She's just tearing right through us!"
"Say again trooper. You're breaking up."
"AAAHHHH!"
Then the feed cut to static.
"Sir, we've tapped into the security cameras in the admin building. Getting visuals now, Major."
The younger officer tapped a few more keys, which connected them to a holo-cam that showed the inside of the administration building. Imperial delegates and local politicians were fleeing everywhere, carrying personal belonging with them as fast as they could. Some personnel were carrying carts of sensitive data that was meant to be destroyed. As all of this was happening, Stormtroopers were barricading the front entrance to the building, while also setting up defensive positions in the main lobby.
Then two beams of light stabbed through the door, and began to cut a neat hole out of the door, causing the troopers to noticeably tense up.
And then the door was blasted inward, as if the wind blasted it, and several troopers tried to jump out of the way. But it was too late for two of the troopers, as they were crushed against the staircase that led to the second floor.
Then, Major Pilar watched as the video came to life with the visuals of battle. Dozens of blaster bolts flew towards the open door, and many of them flew right back as they bounced off of the figure's glow sticks, killing the very troopers that fired them.
Rebels began to pour in, taking heavy casualties from blaster fire from the upper balconies. Stormtroopers wearing Phase-II clone armor tried their best to hold the line, but the mysterious Togrutan was tearing through the Imperial troopers. A pair of Imperial Riot Troopers tried to use their electro-staffs to subdue the girl.
They swung at her head and at her legs, but she dodged each strike, and she slashed back with brutal efficiency, causing limbs and armor plates to fly everywhere.
And just as the Togrutan stood victorious, and rebels began to move upstairs to the admin building's upper floor, the video feed cut to static.
"Major, we've lost the connection."
"No matter, reverse the video and hold at 38.5."
On the major's command, the video began to reverse to when the Togruta teen stood triumphantly in the lobby of the admin building surrounded by charging rebels and smoldering Imperial corpses.
She was carrying two familiar items.
Not glow sticks.
Not energy staffs.
But lightsabers.
She wasn't just any ordinary woman. She was a Jedi. A living breathing Jedi, who managed to escape the Emperor's purge, and has now emerged from hiding to unleash her fury on the Empire. Fury in which Pilar now found himself on the receiving end.
He stood there in fear for what seemed like an eternity, and cold sweat began to collect on his forehead and in his collar.
"Sir, what are your orders?" One of the officers asked, nervously.
Pilar snapped out of his trance and looked around to see that everyone in the room was staring at him.
"Mobilize the entire garrison. I want all armored units to head into town and march on the administration building. We'll take this settlement back block-by-block, and crush this pathetic little resistance movement."
The imperial personnel within the facility began to scramble to their stations, and Pilar walked over to windows overlooking the base grounds, and the columns of smoke off in the distance. A small TIE fighter patrol screeched overhead, and artillery units were set up to cover the armored unit's march on the city.
It was time to meet offense with offense.
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Administration building.
Ahsoka pulled her lightsabers out of the fallen riot guard, and looked around to observe the partisans around her. They were operating admirably. She trained them well, and they had chosen their leaders wisely.
She then walked over to the center of the lobby, where one of the rebel leaders, a man named Selda, was communicating with the other cells. Meanwhile, a woman named Keaden was tending to the wounded.
The woman looked up at Ahsoka while she began to examine one militiaman's injuries. "So ma'am, you said you have a plan? I hope it's already started."
"It is." Selda said as he deactivated his communication device. "Ahsoka had one of my men send recorded message out of the system. And I just got off the comm with Vartan. He's freed the prisoners, and is organizing people for the evacuation."
"Evacuation?" Kaeden asked as she applied bacta patches to her patient. "Where? and with whom?"
"Some old friends of mine," Ahsoka said. "I used to have a lot of friends. Most of them are dead now, but there are some who survived. And they have resources that could prove useful to us."
That's when a powerful explosion boomed off in the distance, causing the building the vibrate and shake. Dust fell from the ceiling, and lights began to flicker on and off.
"You can tell us more about these friends of yours later," Selda said. "Let's go see what's going on."
Ahsoka, Selda, and some of his fighters went out into the street to find ordered groups of people making their way toward the edge of town. Well, mostly ordered. Every explosion made people jump, and their was no shortage of screaming. But the armed farmers and workers that made up the militia managed to hold themselves together, following the directions of their elected leaders, who were in turn being directed by Vartan to either assist in the evacuation, or gather on the perimeter.
He waved Ahsoka and her men down when he saw them, stark relief clear on his face. Ahsoka was glad to see he was all right.
She ran to him. "What's the situation?" She asked.
"Ma'am, the refugees are all gathered in the spot you chose for the evacuation. But the empire is launching a counter-attack. Their guns are pounding the city, and those tanks are about to role right over us. Whoever your friends are, I hope they get here soon."
That's when the sounds of roaring engines filled the sky.
Looking to the sky, Ahsoka could see eight A-wings, the advance fighters her ally had sent, diving and firing on the Imperial base. A few Imperial fighters that weren't destroyed on the ground had managed to get into the air, and as Ahsoka and her friends watched, four A-wings broke off to deal with them. The others turned toward the fields, where they laid down row after row of fire.
The fields burst into flames, along with some of the Imperial troopers and vehicles that marched through it.
Soon, the Imperial base was on fire as well.
"I have got to get one of those," one rebel said.
Ahsoka looked at the young woman and smiled, thinking of all the new recruits that Rebel cells were accepting. But then she realized that the girl was barely through her teens. "I'm sure they'll be happy to train you, when you're old enough."
One A-wing took too much damage from an Imperial fighter that it was being chased by, and spun out of the sky. Its engines were a mess of fire and smoke, but Ahsoka was sure she saw the bright orange of the pilot's uniform ejecting, and a few seconds later, she saw a chute open up, allowing the pilot to float down safely.
But two more A-wings weren't so lucky. One crashed into the field, and the other one rammed into the Imperial compound, before either pilot could eject, and the explosions rocked the ground.
The mood had suddenly dimmed among the rebels. Then more ships appeared in low orbit.
Ahsoka's heart was in her throat. Them she saw that they couldn't be Imperial. It was Bail Organa, or people he had sent from Alderaan, with enough cargo ships and small transports to evacuate every refugee and fighter assembled. They set down in the grass between the edge of the settlement and the hills where Ahsoka's allies had spent their time planning for this attack.
"Keep them moving!" Ahsoka shouted to Vartan. He nodded and passed the orders along.
Ahsoka rushed ahead of the line of refugees to the blockade runner she recognized as Captain Antilles's Tantive IV. He was standing at the bottom of the ramp, waiting for her, with several Alderaanian Guardsmen providing security for the ship, and crowd control for the refugees.
"We can't stay on the ground for very long," he said, shouting over the sound of so many engines. "We're going to have Imperials on our tail too soon."
"it's okay!" Ahsoka shouted back. "The evacuation is already begun, and your A-wings took care of the Imperial fighters." That reminded her of something. She pointed in the direction she's seen the chute. "You had a pilot go down over there," she said. "I'm sure they ejected in time. Can you pick them up?"
Antilles nodded to spare himself from shouting again and typed a command into the small datapad on his wrist. "Let's get these people on boar," he said.
"I'll wait until the end," Ahsoka told him before she looked back at the settlement. "The Militia's going to need all the help it can get."
All things considered, it was going pretty well. There was a lot of fire, and more than a few people were panicking, but Vartan had been able to make sure they weren't carrying too many belongings, and some of the other local militiamen were assisting Antilles's people in moving up and down the line of refugees, keeping everyone as calm as they could.
As Ahsoka watched the rear, ship after ship filled, took off, and disappeared into the upper atmosphere.
Suddenly, as one of the other transports started to lift off of the ground, a plasma bolt flew out of nowhere and slammed into the ship, and gutted it amidships. It just hovered there for a moment as fire began to burst from the point of impact.
"I'm hit, I'm hit! Mayday, Mayday, Mayday. Somebody help. Plea-" he pilot tried to say, before a powerful secondary explosion tore right through the ship, ripping it in half, and when both halves hit the ground, they burst into flames.
Ahsoka, Antilles, and many others, soldier and refugee alike, looked up in awe and horror.
"Where the Hell did that come from!" Antilles shouted.
Ahsoka's eyes darted around, as she tracked the general direction that shot was fired from. She then looked back at the town and saw many Militiamen, who were supposed to be fighting a rear guard action, were now routing. They fled in terror as blaster bolts and explosions began to follow them.
There were only three ships left now, and less then a hundred people who still needed to board them, when the Empire made its final rally. Three large hover tanks moved through the burning remains of the settlement, surrounded by a few dozen stormtroopers, began to advance, firing their main cannons and dispersing the orderly lines of refugees.
As panic began to set back in, some refugees tried to push the line forward even harder, causing several people to trip over, before being trampled by several panicking refugees. Vartan and Antilles's men tried to maintain order and get the line back under control. In some cases, they had to use stun batons to control the more hysteric and unpredictable evacuees.
"Phoenix Leader. We're going to need air support here, ASAP!" Captain Antilles said into his comm unit.
"Sorry, captain. Nearly half of my birds are down, and the rest of us are still dealing with these TIE fighters." The pilot responded.
"Dammit! What now?" Antilles asked as the cargo ships began to take heavy fire.
Ahsoka didn't have any charges, but she did have a pair of lightsabers, so she engaged the tanks without a second thought. She ran toward them, which always seemed to startle Imperials. It was like they thought themselves invulnerable, until they were charged at, in which case they started to have doubts.
But they started to fire at her.
Ahsoka used her lightsaber to deflect the blaster bolts away from her and back at them. When she was close enough, she slashed away at several stormtroopers, killing them instantly.
The lead tank traversed its cannon away from the refugee ships, and toward her. It fired. That's when she jumped, flying over the leading tank's fire in a graceful arc, as a crater was blasted open where she stood. When she landed, the army trooper on the repeating blaster turret tried to get a line on her, but she used the force to haul him out and toss him aside. That move let her reach out with a lightsaber and cut the tank's gun clean off, leaving the gun useless. Then she ran across the top of the turret, dragging the tip of her blades behind her, and when she jumped off, the tank exploded behind her.
As she hoped, the cannon had overloaded, and the explosion was enough to destabilize another nearby tank, as well, causing the hover mechanism to malfunction. The second tank listed sideways, and Ahsoka leapt on top of it, slicing off its gun too. It crashed into one of the ruined houses on the edge of town and stopped moving.
That left her with only one target. Vartan had managed to get his retreating men under control again, and they tried to reform a battle line to hold off the Empire for as long as possible. As this was happening the last of the refugees were loaded onto the remaining ships.
But whoever was driving the third and final tank was smarter than the others had been and targeted Vartan directly.
"No!" Ahsoka shouted as the ground were Vartan and three of his men stood erupted in a shower of dirt and fire.
She brought her hands together, and metal screamed as the last remaining turret deformed, destroying the gun and bringing the tank to a halt. She jumped clear and raced to the spot where Vartan had been.
"Keep going!" She shouted as she passed people. "Get on board!"
They made it through the dust and debris. Vartan was alive, but he was badly injured. Two of his men were killed in the blast, but the third was somehow still standing. Ahsoka put both her lightsabers back on her belt and helped the militiaman prop Vartan up, putting his arms around their shoulders. She staggered for a moment under the extra weight, then stood back up.
They joined the last line of refugees and militiamen as they made their way toward Captain Antilles's ship and then followed them up the ramp. This was all happening as the remaining Imperial forces peppered the ship with blaster fire. Antilles and his security troopers used their own blasters to cover Ahsoka and the remaining refugees, some of whom cried in terror as they saw their injured leader being carried up the ramp.
"Get a medical stretched!" Antilles shouted as he saw an injured Vartan, and then turned to walk up the ramp and into the ship. "And get us out of here."
The buzz of people around her was overwhelming as Ahsoka helped lower Vartan onto the medical stretcher and watched him be carried away. She felt the ship take off, fighting even the low gravity of the moon, until the engines kicked in fully and the ship broke free. She walked over to a viewport and saw the fire and ruin of Raada below her and felt the wash of emotions from the farmers and workers, now refugees, who crowded around her.
But she also felt joy, gratitude, and relief at being rescued.
Ashoka couldn't help the smile that broke across her face. She had done it. it hadn't been easy, almost nothing went according to plan, and many people had lost their homes today, but they were free of the Empire, for a little while anyway, and they were safe.
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Imperial Base, Raada.
Raada burned.
The city burned.
The crops that were being produced were burned.
And now the Imperial base burned.
For as far as Major Jenneth Pilar could see, all he saw was the color orange as it licked across the horizon in many directions. Black columns of smoke rose up for hundreds of feet, blotting out the morning sun.
He clasped his hands behind him and then turned his back on the fire to see Imperial troopers rushing in every direction, trying to salvage what was left of their equipment and hopefully save the base as well in hopes of continuing Imperial operations in these system.
But with the fires raging, this small moon was soon going to prove useless to the Empire.
This was, by far, Pilar's greatest failure. He had no idea how he was going to explain this to his superiors.
"Sir," one of the stormtroopers said. "Incoming message from Coruscant. Lord Vader wishes to speak with you."
"I'll take it in my office."
Pilar said as he walked through the ruins of the base and up to his office. When he got there, he closed the door, and lowered the shutters on the windows. He then sat at his desk and looked at his communications device. The light next to it was blinking, showing that he had an incoming call.
But he hesitated.
Instead of answering the call, he reached inside of his desk and pulled out his service pistol.
There are worse things than death.
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Well folks, that was part 3.
Hope you enjoyed.
One more chapter.
Until then, Grubkiller out.