Revenge of Stardust

(Utapau, 3rd P.O.V)

As one of the final battles of the Clone Wars, Utapau was the final resting place of General Grevious and rumored to be Obi-wan Kenobi. However, during the war, Separatist Sith Lord, Count Dooku made an order to the top minds on the planet for a secret project. After Dooku’s passing, the Utapuians had been able to complete the project, but kept it hidden as the war was drawing to it’s end.

Six Utapauians walked into a chamber like room, with a large tank inside. Each looked at it for a moment until one spoke. “It’s time, release the clone.” Another nodded and walked towards a panel. The tank emptied itself out of water and the chamber opened. There was a moment of silence, no one made a move. For what seemed like years, an arm was visible, followed by five more. The two large mandibles, six red eyes, and four large teeth were seen, leaving this clone to be none other than infamous Separatist Admiral Trench.

Trench opened his eyes to see the six Utapauians and stepped from the tank. “What happened?” He asked rubbing his head, seeing in his attire of a Separatist Admiral’s uniform. “We just woke you from stasis Admiral Trench.” One of the Utapauians replied as he examined the admiral for any side effects from the cryo. Trench was able to stand on his own and walked towards the panel.

“How long, was I in there?” The Utapauians looked on the Separatist admiral and replied. “You’ve been in stasis for almost 20 years.” This left the admiral in surprise, knowing the war could be long over and the Separatist Alliance collapsed from the Republic. “Who won the war?” Trench asked dreading the answer. “The Sith Lord, Darth Sidious, destroyed the Jedi, killed off the Separatist Council, and turned the Republic into the Galactic Empire.” The female Utapauian said as she tried to keep a straight face. Trench was however mortified at the results of his absence.

Given this to be that the Sith had betrayed the Separatists by slaughtering the council, Trench knew he needed to fight the Empire. But with droid resources depleted his chances are slim. “Where is a ship with a hyperdrive?” He asked with slight anger. “We have one docked near where General Grievous’ fighter used to be.” The medic Utapauian said as he placed his datapad on the counter.

“Fine, I’ll need you six to come with me, I could use the company and I’m late to this party, so you guys can help fill in the blanks for me.” Trench said as he checked his blaster pistol and to see if he had any ammunition for it. “Of course, sir.” and Trench with his Utapauian escort left to the landing pad.

(Nar Shadaa, Eric’s P.O.V)

It was to be a simple mission, Get the intel and return home, but like many other missions, they hit complications. For me, I’m lucky to have survived from an Imperial ambush. My ship and task-force were destroyed, and now I’m stranded in an entertainment plaza called Nar Shadaa. What makes this worse, The Empire sent ground forces to hunt me down, making my priority to leave this planet more difficult. “This is useless! I’m gonna have to find a way to get off this rock and get this intel back home, and spend some well-earned time with my family.” I said as I hid in perhaps the tenth alleyway this past hour. The sound of an Imperial patrol with an AT-DP walker filled the air as I watched them roam past. But coming out of the alley in a large robe to blend in with the crowd, I entered a bar filled with citizens drunk, asleep, both or just here to sit and look on.

I took a seat at a bar table and ordered a refined beverage. I had little credits on me, but enough to pay for a drink. “You seem to be in trouble, Jedi.” A waitress whispered as she placed my drink on my table with a smirk on her face. “How do know if I am Jedi?” I whispered back. “Simple, I haven’t seen an Imperial patrol come through this plaza since a smuggler was gunned down for illegal possession of Tarisian Ale.” She replied. “Okay, you’ve caught me, but what are you going to do is what I want to know.” I said as I looked over her shoulder to see if any Imps came in the bar. “Simple, I’m gonna get you off this rock, I have a friend who might be able to get you back to whatever planet you call home.” She said with a smile. “Who are you precisely and how do I know I’m not walking into a trap?” I asked with suspicion.

“My name is Malia, and I hate those bastards for what they did to my father, so what do I have to gain for destroying this galaxy’s last chance to have hope?” Malia replied with her anger rising slightly. “I suppose if it means getting off this rock, I don’t have much of a choice.” I replied and got up. “If you want a fast ship, I suggest you go over to that wookie, he’s my friend’s co-pilot, just tell him that Malia sent you and that his tab is on me this time.” Malia said as she went back to continue her job.

Walking over to the wookie and with my robe covering my face, I sat across from him and spoke while looking for Imps. “So, Malia tells me you and your pilot have a fast ship, is this true?” The wookie grunted in affirmation. “Great, I need to speak to your friend to negotiate my travel arrangements.” I said as I scanned the room for any snitches. The wookie stood up and let a man sit in front of me with some drinks. The man across from me was definitely a smuggler, and a very good one too, judging from his lack of concern of an Imperial patrol outside the door. “So, Chewy tells me that you need a ride outta here, all courtesy of Malia covering for my tab.” The man says with a smirk on his face. “That is correct, and who are you stranger?” I asked looking at him through my robe.

“Name’s Han Solo, I’m the captain of the Millennium Falcon.” Han said as we shook hands. “Pleased to meet you Captain Solo, I’m Eric Keteris, Jedi Knight.” I said as he stared at me as if I was crazy. “Wait, you’re a Jedi, really?” Han asked with disbelief. “Yes, and if you help me you’ll be greatly rewarded.” I replied catching his interest. “I’m listening.” Han replied. “I know some royals on my home planet that could pay your weight in gold.” I said with a smile knowing that now he was hooked on my offer. “Okay, here’s the deal, I get you home, and you tell those friends of yours that I want at minimum, 100,000 credits worth of gold.” Han said as he stood up, shook my hand and motioned for Chewy to follow.

Heading at the coordinates he assigned to me, I arrived at the hangar to see a freighter decked with weapons. “Perfect for smuggling.” I said to myself as I approached Han and Chewie near the ramp. “So this is the bucket of bolts that will get past an Imperial blockade?” I asked. “Yup, and she can make the Kessel Run within twelve parsecs.” Han said as he patted one of the ramp hydraulics. “Astonishing, let me put the coordinates into the navicomputer so we know where you’re heading after we get off this rock.” I said as I walked up the ramp with the two smugglers trailing behind.

Typing the coordinates into the computer, I had a sense that this was way too easy. “Something seems off here.” I said looking out the window. “Jedi, start us up, we got company!” I heard Han shout as I saw several Stormtroopers outside firing at the ship. “And there it is.” I said starting up the Falcon. “What are you smuggling to get yourself caught?” I asked taking a seat. “It’s nothing you need to worry about, unless you owe Jabba the Hut money.” Han said as he came the cockpit with Chewie. “Fair enough, I got our destination plotted in, all we have to do now is avoid being blown to bits.” I said as I pre-emptively went to one of the ship’s guns to ward off any unwanted pests.

The Falcon began to rise and blast out of the hangar at quite a speed. It wasn’t long before we entered into the space over the planet. Guarding Nar Shadaa, were three Star Destroyers. “I really hope you know what you’re doing?” I asked from the gun turrets. “‘Course I do just hold on.” Han said over a comm line. “Ok, I’ll just let you do your job then.” I said as I heard the sound of some T.I.E.s heading towards us. “Just a little more, ok Chewie punch it!” Han said as we managed to bank left of the Star Destroyers and before I knew it, we entered hyperspace. I sighed in relief as I went into the ship’s common area and sat with Han and Chewie.

I entered the main area and met the two smugglers. “Never doubted you for a second.” I smiled at Han. “Told we could do it. So you got anybody waiting for you, other than your commanding officer?” Han asked as he sat down. “I do actually, I got a wife and a baby boy, who’s probably about five or six by now.” I replied as I pulled out a picture of Rose’s smiling face. “Hehe, sounds nice.” Han replied. “It is.” I said putting the picture away.

(Utapau, 3rd P.O.V)

Arriving at the landing platform, Trench glimpsed upon a Separatist ship in front of him. A Shifabia Class shuttle. “Nice, now let’s get to a place where we can more speak more freely without any troops shooting at us.” Trench said as he ran up to the shuttle, his escort following close behind. “We have one place in mind, but we cannot come with you.” The Utapuaians replied. “Why not?” Trench asked with a slightly worried expression etched on his face. “We are binded here on Utapau as the Empire has tight security on us, We are the highest minds on the planet.” The Utapuaians replied. “I see. I thank you for your kindness, I promise I’ll come back free you from those tyrants.” Trench said as he boarded his shuttle and began the take-off procedures. The Shuttle lifted off and flew out of the large sinkhole city and once in Space, Trench accessed the navicomputer and set coordinates to a planet with an ancient history, Korriban.

(Space over Equestria, Eric’s P.O.V.)

After about five hours of travel we finally exited hyperspace and saw the planet I call home, Equestria. “(whistles) Wow, nice place Jedi.” Han said as he playfully punched my shoulder. “Yep, it’s beautiful, and it seems the blockade is finally back up to full strength.” I replied as we slowly approached a massive fleet in orbit. “We have your ship on sensors now, please identify.” We heard over the comms. “This is Eric Keteris, to whom am I speaking?” I said as the comm line was silent for a couple seconds. “Eric?! Is it really you?!” The voice asked in complete surprise. “Yes, now who am I speaking to?” I asked with slight irritation. “Eric, it’s me Admiral Yalurtarian, remember?” Yalturtarian asked. “I thought the voice sounded familiar, but as you can probably tell we need clearance to land at the base.” I said with a slight chuckle. “Yeah, head to Hangar 12, Yalurtatian out.” The comm line ended as Han stared at me in surprise. “How do you know one of the Old Republic’s greatest commanders?” Han asked. “We served in the Clone Wars from the Battle of Malastare to the Siege of Mandalore. Until that is I was assigned to Kashyyyk as he was needed at Mygeeto.” I responded as we landed aboard the Venator Freedom. “It’s so good to be home.” I thought to myself as Han, Chewie, and I exited the Falcon to greet Yalurtarian in the hangar.

(Korriban, Trench’s P.O.V)

Arriving at the birthplace of the Sith, the Shuttle’s scopes picked up something on the surface. It was unusual since the planet was abandoned after the Fall of the Old Republic. Nevertheless, I went down and to my surprise, a functioning droid factory was in my sights. “This is… unexpected. Who could have made a factory on this backwater world?” I asked as I landed at the factory. “No matter, I need to build an army and free Utapau from those bastards.” I said to myself as I exited the ship.

Once outside, I noticed how a sith temple was converted to the factory and I was most impressed. Now it’s to find the person or thing responsible for this. “Hello?, Anyone here?” I called out as droids were being created. I then heard the sound of metallic footsteps approaching me from behind. It then appeared to be a tactical droid. “Greetings, what is your business here?” The droid asked holding a blaster to my head. “I’m Admiral Trench, and I’ve come to liberate Utapau from the Empire.” I replied as the droid seemed to scan me to verify my identity. “Forgive me Admiral, since General Maul became indisposed we’ve been without proper leadership since.” The droid said as it lowered its blaster. “It appears you now have a leader, What is the status of the production of the army?” I asked as I walked toward the factory, with the droid at my side. “400,000 strong and ready for orders sir.” The droid replied. “We’ll need to produce ships, and at least hundreds more to combat the Empire’s forces on Utapau, as I always say, ‘it’s best to be overly prepared, or not at all’.” I said as the drois saluted and ran off to issue the new priorities for the assembly lines. I looked over and smiled knowing that the Separatist Alliance shall once again rise.