Imperial Outpost #1546, Corellia...

The grav-truck slowed to a stop in front of the Captain and his guards. Two squads of stormtroopers exited the vehicle.

"Sir, Squad 14 and 18 from the Bela Vistal garrison reporting for duty." The lead stormtrooper said, with a salute.

"At ease, Sergeant." replied the Captain. "Report to your stations, we're on second level alert. Scouts may have spotted rebels on the outskirts of the outpost."

The stormtrooper officer simply laughed. "I wouldn't worry about them, sir. Now that we're here, no rebel can get past our defenses..."

Meanwhile, on a small, rocky hill not far away...

"Red Team, have you infiltrated the compound?" Major Carlos Davidov asked on the radio.

"Yes, sir." came the response, with the distinct muffled sound of a stormtrooper helmet. "We're planting the charges on the power generators now. Over and out."

Davidov turned off the radio, looked back and moved his hand up and down. The signal brought the rest of his squad forward. "Red Team is setting the explosives. Start marking your targets and remember: Officers only. Save the grunts for the main force."

After the order, the Major brough the sniper scope to his eye, switched to night vision, and took aim at an officer with a Captain insignia...

Back at the outpost

"So, Sergeant, what news from Bela Vistal?" asked the officer, walking beside the trooper. "Not much, sir. The locals have stopped their protests and most of our supply trucks have been 'delayed'..."

"Hold on. Hey, you two!" The Captain was calling at two stormtroopers, heading for the main gate.

"I said halt! Who gave you perm--" The officer suddenly fell back, his head snapping back. As the body crumpled to the ground, the Sergeant saw a neat hole that had driven inside his forehead.

Before his next thought, there was a bright flash as another laser bolt struck his helmet...

The rebel position...

Davidov took his focus on another officer, a Lieutenant, and shot him in the chest. The rest of his squad were still cracking off shots. After awhile, explosions ripped through one of the buildings, and all the lights and defense turrets shut down.

"This is red team..." the radio crackled. Carlos switched it on. "Generators destroyed. Going to our rendevouz point in the forest."

"Copy. Will follow soon. Out." Then he changed the radio to another frequency.

"Commander? Outpost Number 1546 a success. All defenses and communications down. All officers have been terminated. Garrison troops crippled. Falling back to our retreat point. Good luck." Switching the radio off for a final time, the Major motioned his squad to fall back.

Less than 15 minutes later, an attack force of tanks, captured AT-STs, and infantry troops stormed the outpost...

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"Outpost Number 1546 completely destroyed. We're fighting off the rebels as best we can. Requesting Reborn Troo-" the message cut off.

Admiral Swatzi closed his eyes to think. Is it time? "No." he whispered to himself. Now standing, he started giving out orders, "This rebellion must be crushed. I want 74 squadrons of Reborn on the planet within the hour. I want every rebel dead."

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Davidov sighed. "If our spies in Imperial intel are right, they're going to have reinforcements armed with the Force..."

"The entire planet can't defend itself against that!" a soldier shouted. The major simply nodded. "And our fighters are only going to attack their fleet..."

The rebel stood up, and hoisted his gun onto his shoulder. "We attack, run, hide, and repeat. This 'army' may not even be Jedi at all, as it would take decades for the Empire to create such a force. Their probably students with a lightsaber shoved into their hand."

With him, the rest of the rebel platoon started to rise and readied themselves to move out.

Distant explosions and small flashes of light can be seen in the skies as the battle in space began.

"Rendevouz at Point 15. Then we head for Gamma Base."

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Creshnar had been stuck on this planet since day one of the attack by the "Imperials". Through the whole time he had watched and waited, and now he was finaly ready to make a break for his ship, which had been impounded along with hundreds of others to help prevent escape from the world.

Now, he would escape.

He had watched the fighting and deemed the force users to be the most dangerous. This patrol was one of four that consistently marched around this facility, each consisting of twelve storm troopers and two Reborn.

He planced his right hand on the hilt of his long katana-like sword jutting over his shoulder, then he placed his left hand on the activator to the two hidden directional explosives. He pressed the button lightly and one second latter, the evenly spaced storm troopers disappeared in the blast. He knew the others would be dead too, leaving the Reborn alone.

One stood dased, the other with his lightsaber ready as Creshnar leaped from the foliage where he had been hiding. Creshnar's blade sliced the first ones head clean off before it could react and met the others lightsaber head for head. The Reborn's eyes widened as he tried to shove Creshnar with the force and nothing happened, his eyes widened a bit more as Creshnar's blade wasn't severed by his lightsaber. The Reborn's skills were obviously dulled with the lack of his forcepowers. Creshnar was still fast though. The whole fight lasted seconds, the Reborn's lightsaber droped as he clutched the gaping slash in his stomach and fell to his knees. Creshnar whiped his blade clean and stared at the Reborn's disbelieving face, obviously this one hadn't ever seen the like of this fight. Creshnar slid the sword into its scabard and his dagger out of its sheath. The Reborn's body still fell with another slash to its throat when Creshnar ran toward the facility.

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The Rebel looked behind him at the rest of his squad: there was only 6 of them left, out of 15 volunteers he called for at Coronet.

Damn the Imperials...damn their Jedi.

The rebellion on Corellia is over, Carlos knows that, as every organized faction on the planet has been systematically wiped out by, what their spies call, 'Reborn' troops. Only a few scant pockets of resistance remain, and each one wants off planet.

The rebel also understands the great risks he'll be taking to get his squad to escape Corellia.

The blockade will be our most biggest threat...I hope the ship codes will still work until we get to hyperspace.

Carlos reached his final decision. He took aim at a stormtrooper talking to a man who is dressed like a pilot and pulled the trigger.

The blast caught the soldier in the head, taking him down instantly. Carlos waved his squad forward.

"Go, GO! Secure the camp quickly!" he shouted. By now, the other guards snapped to attention. Carlos fired another shot and killed the pilot.

The rest of his squad fired as they ran, stopping to take aim before they continued moving. Their commander saw them take down 3 more stormtroopers. Davidov finally stood up on his feet and ran after them.

As his squad got closer and closer to the freighter, more blaster shots rang out from the nearby forest to their left. Carlos saw one of his troops drop right in front of him.

"Keep going! Keep going!"

His squad didnt bother returning fire, knowing that every second lost would mean another comrade's life. After running for what seemed like forever, constantly being chase by the stormtroopers, the first two troops managed to reach the landing ramp.

Carlos and two other rebels also made it, but a scream came from the squadmate behind him. The rebel officer looked behind him and saw that rebel drop to his knees, a bloody hole in the middle of his chest.

"Corporal! Get to the cockpit and take us out of here!" Carlos ordered.

"Yes, sir!" came the reply.

The squad exchanged fire with the advancing Imperials as the landing ramp started to close. Before it finished shutting, however, Carlos caught a glimpse of his squadmate who had been shot.

He was still moving.

Moments later, the freighter lifted off...

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All of a sudden Creshnar saw others charging the base from a different angle.
Rebels, he thought.

Their numbers were nothing great, but they could help him. He veered off to the left, gunning down several stormtroopers in the process.

He ran on toward these possiple aliies. he tossed two more detonators, one at the guard tower on that side, the other toward another fence-post.

The Rebels weren't doing well, but he could still try to help.

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