4 months later......

"Target Sighted!" Captain Jral screamed!

"Drop that SONOFABITCH!" Joker yells.

*ZRANG* The blaster sounds off. The Stormtrooper falls dead. Sounds of battle is heard all around as Joker motions his comrades to move up.

"Sir, just got word the Alpha Company has retaken City Hall from the Stormtroopers. They require reinforcements as they had lost many in the assault." Private Dalek reports.

"Roger that. Joker, how far is City Hall?" Jral asks.

"My Sniper should have eyes on it any moment. Noobie?" Joker says, turning to his radio.

"ZRRRRRRRCH Roger that...... I got....... 2 kilometers from your.....position.... Listen I...... company......Talk.....soon!" Noobie manages to squawk out over the static.

"We need to take out that jammer." Joker mumbles to himself.

He motions the team to follow him as he rounds a corner, taking out a couple of Stormtroopers as he moves. Radio chatter gets close to non-existent as they move, as if the sounds of battle is drowning it out. It seems as his own breath is drowning it out, even though its not. But throughout his own thoughts, he wakes up from his "black out state", if you wanna call it that, slumped over a dead rebel soldier. He looks up to see blaster bolts flying overhead, as if they were just being chucked by hand. He looks over to see Nine, pinned down by auto-blaster fire, indicating a heavy weapons specialist is up ahead. Know-it-all is yelling orders through his com, trying to keep the whole team together. The Rebel Captain, Jral, is holding in his guts. Private Dalek is trying to patch him up with what little bacta patches and injectors he has. The rest of the Rebel soldiers are either dead or fighting.

'This must be an ambush' Joker thoughts echo in his head. 'How am I not dead?' He continues to think. He lifts his head and looks down at the fallen soldier. He recognizes his face, Yahae Direslki, the new recruit. Sad that he didn't survive his first battle. But there will be time for mourning later. He gets up and rolls over behind a ruined carriage, blasters ring out all around him, The Heavy Weapons Shock Trooper must've taken his eyes off of Nine and moved em on to him. He checks himself for wounds, none. Just a singe from a grazing but not really a wound. He looks over to Nine, he seems ok. An explosion rings out next to him, followed by screams of the wounded. He looks over, dazed, at the source. A group of rebels were hiding behind a wall, trading fire with the enemy. But its over now for them. He kicks himself out of the current state he is in and starts retaliating against the enemy. He picks his shots carefully, three round bursts blazing out of the stolen stormtrooper E-11 blaster rifle, the one he had when he rebelled was sliced in half by a Melee Specialist sporting a Double-bladed Vibroblade. Shots grazed him, he inches his body closer to cover, making sure the only targetable part of him is his head, and his arms.

One by one regular troopers fall like flies, at least the stupid ones who are standing out in the open. He looks over to Captain Jral, he seems as if he recovered 'fully'. He looks over at the Heavy Weapons Shock Trooper, he is reloading, and he is very slow at it. This could be his downfall. He aims at him and takes his shot. It barely even affected him. 'It bounced off him like rubber!' Joker screamed in his mind. The Heavy Weapons Specialist returns his attention to Joker, and gets behind a barricade set up by the Imperial forces. He opens fire, fire directed at Joker. A single bolt hits his arm, sharp pain courses through the injured arm.

"FIRE IN THE HOLE!" A rebel shouted, tossing an armed thermal detonator out into the open. It explodes into a fury of fire and screams.Joker snorts at one trooper as he attempts to clean the blood off of his armor, and then takes the shot.

"There is too many of them!" Dalek screams, scrambling for his helmet as it was knocked off by a blaster bolt. Joker, holding his arm as blood begins to ooze from it, looks over to find an alleyway with a rebel hiding in it. An idea pops into his head.

"Know-it-all!" Joker yells, Know-it-all looks at him, then Joker points at the alley. Know-it-all was assigned Communications for the whole team this mission. Broadcasting on a separate channel, Noobie and Joker had there own channel on this mission.

"Left to us! Fall back to the Alleyway! Cover eachother! Move move!" Know-it-all yells into the coms. Multiple "rogers" follow.

Joker runs into the alley, narrowly avoiding a bolt in the head. Almost knocking down the Rebel camped out in the alley, he stops in front of her.

"Whats your name soldier?" He asks.

"Ferela Gerun, Firearms Expert, sir!" She snapped to a salute quickly, shouldering her weapon.

"Alright good, now I know your name. Get over there!" He points at the entrance to the alley." Give your comrades covering fire!" Joker yells as Dalek runs in behind him, his red hair showing. Ferela runs towards the entrance, takes as best cover she can, and starts covering her friends.

"Where is your helmet?" Joker asks.

"Dropped it, they were firing at me.... Im sorry sir..." He said. Joker isn't mad at him, he is just happy he didn't die. He doesn't like losing troops. Dalek looks at Jokers arm.

"Your bleeding sir. Allow me to patch that up." He said, grabbing his arm and injecting it with bacta.

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Know-it-all looks over to see that Dalek and Joker made it. And that another rebel is suppressing the enemy. He opens his coms.

"Dalek is safe, move as fast as you can, cover each other MOVE MOVE MOVE!" Know-it-all yells. A rebel gets up and makes a break for it, but to only get gunned down by the Heavy Weapons Shock Trooper.

"Someone take out that damn trooper!" Know-it-all barks into the coms.

"Yes Sir!" A rebel vanguard named Hray Lorell said over the com. He was ordered to follow the team by rooftop, during the whole battle he took potshots at the troopers with his blaster pistol. Which he is doing right now. A warm sensation forms in his hand, he knows it all to well. His blaster is overheating.

He looks over to his HH-15 projectile launcher, he only had one missile left, and he knew exactly what to do with it. He picks it up and makes sure its loaded. He ducks in time to dodge a bolt, they know he is up here.

"AAAAHHH!" A rebel screams over the coms.

"WE ARE DYING HERE! SOMEONE KILL THAT SHOCK TROOPER!" Jray yells almost immediately.

Hray aims it at the heavily armored trooper, assumed shock trooper. Time seems to slow as he pulls the trigger, the rocket being released from it rest, and the fury of fire and smoke trailing behind it. It hits the Shock Trooper. Nothing is left but a helmet. A sweet sensation forms in Hrays Body.

"Good work son!" Jray said in his coms.

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"There is too many of them! We need to get to that alleyway!" A rebel screams over his coms.

"I know we are working on it!" Joker fires back, aware of how fucked their situation is.

One by one, surviving rebels make it through the barrage of bolts and fire, and into the alleyway. Jray makes it. The only rebels who are not in the alley yet are Hray and a couple of other rebels who are down on their luck as the stormtroopers refuse them an opportunity to flee.

"What are you idiots doing? Get over here!" Joker yells into the coms.

"No way sir, we are beyond screwed here! If we move we die! We will keep them busy! Get the hell out of here!" Hray yells back.

"Soldier I---" Joker begins.

"THATS AN ORDER! GO!" Private Hray interrupts. A private ordering around a HR. Wow.

Joker doesn't even dignify that with a response. He just knods to nothing in particular and motions the whole team - whats left of the team- to move on.

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Blood trickles down Trevers face as he covers a deep slash above his forehead with his hand. A CQB Soldier got him with a Vibrocutter. Trever - Colonel Trever Haskikan - Is the Commander of whats left of the troops at Foalstown City Hall, fighting is heavy, and casualties are high. Trever doesn't know how long he will last.

"Sir, I don't think reinforcements are coming!" A nearby Rebel shouts.

"I see that!" Trever yells back. He grabs his blaster pistol and blinds fires from his choice of cover, an overturned carriage. He misses every shot.

"KEEP THE BASTARDS OFF ME!" One rebel yells into the come.

"IM DEALING WITH MY OWN DAMN PROBLEM!" Another rebel screams back. The coms are filled with frantic, scared, and angry chattering. It seemed like wouldn't ever end. Like an endless eternity. Hell on earth..... Equestria or whatever the saying is around here.

"Sir! General Iron Gut is on the horn!" A rebel yells over to Trever, giving him the code to Iron Guts channel on the coms.

"What do you need, I'm knee deep in plastic boys!"

"My soldiers are losing on the East Side! We need reinforcements!"

"We barely have enough soldiers to keep the enemy company over here!"

"Then where the tartarus is the reinforcements you called in???!!!"

"I have no idea!" Explosions echo through the coms.

"I'll have to call you back!" Iron Gut says, severing communications for now.

'Great. Not only am I losing, im also losing on another front." Trever thoughts echo in his mind. His own thoughts get cut short when he feels something hit the back of his head. Something hard and blunt. He turns his head to see a stormtrooper, standing directly behind him. Before he can even fight back, the trooper kicks him in the face, knocking him on his back. Its not long before the trooper puts a blaster bolt in Trevers stomach.

"COLONEL!" A nearby rebel screams. The rebel attacks the trooper, while said trooper fights back fruitlessly. He falls over dead as the rebels Vibroblade is yanked out of his chest.

Trever puts a hand on his stomach, and retracts his hand when he feels something sticky. He looks at his hand, and blood is the only characteristic he can see. His hearing begins to fade and vision gets dark. 'This is the end' Trever glumly realizes.

"Its ok sir! Youll be fine! Just hang in there! MEDIC!" The rebel that avenged him screamed at his face. A nearby medic rushes over, with bacta patches and injectors.

"Don't give up on me! Sir! SIR!" The rebel yells. Trever begins to close his eyes, but before he does, he manages to hear one thing.

"HERE COMES THE CALVALRY!" His coms officer screeches over the sounds of war. 'Joker is finally here ay? Just in time.' Trevers last thought practically leaves his mouth. His eyes close, and with that a life force.

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Dashing across the rooftops attempting to escape the stormtroopers, Hray runs as fast as his legs will carry him. With only one rocket left in his launcher, Hray is pretty screwed. Hray comes to end of his building, too long a jump to the next building, he hears a battle cry behind him and quickly turns around, grabbing the stormtrooper and throwing him off the building to his death. He screams the whole way down. He meets his next attacker.

"Why don't you put your damn blaster down and fight me like a man?" Hray asks.

"Hahaha, you are gonna die slower, but I will happily oblige." The trooper laughs, dropping his weapon and charging head on for a tackle, but Hray got to him first. With several punches to the face, the trooper pushes him off.

Hray gets back on his feet after getting pushed off and throws another punch, missing its intended target. The stormtrooper grabs his arm after a quick dodge and begins twisting it, enticing a scream out of the rebel, then knocks him off his feet. Hray, recovering from the attack, kicks the trooper in the leg, virtually doing nothing, then rolls over to avoid a stomp. Getting back up, he snarls at the trooper. He readies his first for round two and begins to circle him. After a few minutes of planning, Hray charges with his fist ready, it hits its intended target this time but to no avail. The trooper attacks back, but this time with Hray grabbing his fists and tossing them away, effectively blocking any attacks. Hray finally retaliates and punches, as hard as he can, the troopers head, knocking his helmet off, revealing a bald clone.

"You think your so tough huh? Well lets see if you can beat me NOW!" The trooper yells, pulling out a knife and charges Hray, aiming for an overhead attack.

Hray grabs his arm as he executes an overhead attack, effectively locking them in a stalemate as the trooper attempts to break out of Hrays grasp and Hray attempts to keep the same quantity of blood he has now. He moves one of his hands over the knife and pushes it down and into the stormtroopers stomach, right through his armor, killing the trooper. He lets go of the knife and the troopers arm and lets him fall over dead. He picks up the troopers blaster and takes off running back the way he came.

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Joker listens as best he could to the rebel that was explaining the situation. So far all he managed to hear was the colonel dying and all positions being overrun by stormtroopers, with little equestrian resistance helping out.

"Im sorry sir but didn't you say that you had a sniper assisting you?" The rebel asks.

"We did. I think he might've bailed on us but im not to sure, he said he had a situation..........*KABOOM*..... Situation he had to deal with!" Joker yells trying to make himself heard over the sounds around him.

The situation is not good, dead everywhere, its mostly rebels that are dead. Morale is pretty low and those that have tried to flee were shot by Imperial forces.

"Sir I cant get anything! The Imperial Forces must've set up a damn jammer!" The Rebel Coms Officer reported.

"Yeah I know! We couldn't find it!" Joker said.

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Hray readies his launcher, he has found the source of the communication jammer, and its a 220-SIG Tactical Sensor Jamming Device, guarded by a group of Stormtroopers. No way he would be able to take them on by himself, so he figured out the perfect way to use his final missile. He aims at the group, and as close he can to the jammer and pulls the trigger.

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"WE CANT LOSE! DONT LET UP!" Joker rallies the troops - whats left of the troops that is - and continues his defensive stand. The stormtroopers wont let up, and now there are demolitionists fighting against them. That isn't good.

The fighting is really heavy, the equestrian resistance is at its knees now, and all fronts, but the north, have been overrun by the Empire. The Northern Front, defended by Joker, the Rebellion, Trinket Squad and whats left of the Resistance are practically fighting everything from every angle and side. Defeat seems assured.

"WE'RE ALL GOING TO FUCKING DIE!" A rebel yells.

Joker executes a wounded stormtrooper, then continues his fighting. He begins to hear buzzing on his coms. Then Noobies Voice appears.

"JOKER! THE IMPERIAL ARMY IS PULLING OUT OF THE TOWN! REPEAT, THE IMPERIAL ARMY IS PULLING OUT!" Noobie screams into the coms.

Joker looks around to notice the stormtroopers are retreating. He doesn't even believe it, they had won. Cheers and warcries erupt from the surviving rebels and resistance, and then more cheers are heard from all over the town. The coms begin to fill with calls for medics, cheers, and cries for the dead. But in the end. Victory.

The Town has been liberated.

Author's Note

Im back in the fuckin saddle! or stormtrooper armor...... RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!

Ever notice how Know-it-all's name abbreviated is KIA?

Keep any criticisms to yourself until the next chapter.

One more thing, ik ending to this chapter kinda sucks, but I have been working on this for so long I just wanted to get it done and ship it to u all so just understand that please.