Twilight Sparkle

Mandalore, Quelii Oversector

Princess of Friendship of the Celestial Alliance (EXILED/WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE)

Phalanx Command Operative

“Come on, let’s get a move on!” Aero said before using his jetpack to slam a Mandalorian Commando to a wall.

SCAR Squad besides Sgt. Kreel rushed down the hallway, chasing after Councilman Wren and his Commando bodyguards.

Twilight fired her blaster around the corner as she saw Councilman Wren and the Commandos climb up a waiting Republic-era LAAT.

They fired their weapons while running, in hopes of hitting the Councilman before he escapes.

“He’s getting away!” Spike yelled as the LAAT started flying away.

“Zuke!” Misty yelled.

“On it!” said Zuke as he threw down his Z-6 and took out his rocket launcher.

“Take that bastard down!” said Mic as they reached the balcony.

Zuke fire his rocket launcher at the escaping LAAT. His rocket flew straight and true as it hit the LAAT’s rear.

Smoking and on fire, they watched as the LAAT lost altitude before it disappeared behind a building.

“Dammit, we gotta act fast in case he survives.” said Cav. “Overseer, this is Spade 2, we shot down the target’s transport and it fell somewhere in the city. What’s the status of the ground forces?”

“Storm Commandos and Death Troopers took the dome control room. Wessel’s and Immodet’s forces are flooding the city and pushing the Rebels back. I suggest you get the target before he finds a way to escape. Good hunting. Overseer out.”

Cav sighed before looking at the rest of the squad.

“Alright, we gotta get to the crash site ASAP.” Cav said.

“Um, so how are we going to get down there?” Misty said as he peered over the edge. “Only Mic and Aero have jetpacks.”

Twilight flapped her wings in response.

“I can carry all of you down there. It’ll be difficult because of the weight, but I can do it.”

“And how are you going to do it?” Mic asked.

To respond to his question, Twilight’s horn lit up and she lifted an annoyed Spike into the air.

“Right, magic. In a galaxy full of space wizards, I should expect nothing less. Next, you’re going to tell me that out there, an army of Humans lost a war to a bunch of flightless birds. Anywho, I’ll see ya’ll down there.” Mic said as he and Aero jumped over the edge.

Zuke shook his head.

“Always on the move.”

The rest of the squad was lifted up by Twilight’s magic. She flapped her wings but they could see she was visibly struggling under all that weight.

Once they landed on a deserted street where Mic and Aero were waiting, Twilight immediately collapsed on the ground panting.

“You alright?” Cav asked.

She felt someone put a hand on her shoulder and looked up.

Shrap used his other hand to turn her head to make sure she was alright before nodding and helping her up.

“Um, thanks?” Twilight said to the silent member of SCAR Squad.

“Why hasn’t Shrap said anything this whole time?” Spike asked.

“His sister died when they were kids. Every anniversary, he mourns for two weeks in silence.” Misty explained. “Look, we gotta go now. Spike, you carry Twilight. We gotta double time it.”

“Copy that.” Spike said as he lifted up Twilight and put him over his shoulder.

“Hey!” Twilight yelled in protest.

“Sorry Twi, but we can’t have you lagging behind.” Spike responded as the squad ran off towards the crash site.

“This is ridiculous.” Twilight huffed.

“Tch, trust me, with Mic and Aero around, this won’t be the strangest thing you’ll ever see.” Misty said running alongside Spike.

Sergeant Kreel

Sundari, Mandalore, Quelii Oversector

SCAR Squad Leader

Back and forth, neither the Imperial Spec Ops Sergeant nor the Commander of Mandalore’s Forces could best each other. At first glance at least.

Bo-Katan was infuriated. She should have beaten this Stormtrooper easily, but every time she made a move, he countered it easily.

It’s as if he studied her tactics.

She should’ve known better. Bo-Katan was pissed at herself for not listening to the Ghost Crew.

This Stormtrooper is a Spec Ops Sergeant of the infamous SCAR Squad, likely under Thrawn’s command. Thrawn more than likely, prepared this squad to fight her and her commandos. Before that, according to Luke Skywalker, his squad fought them twice. The first time, they nearly wiped out their entire team when they hijacked a Star Destroyer.

The second time, they were soundly defeated when they were jumped by Red Squadron. It was almost unbelievable to the point where they weren’t viewed as threatening any longer.

Never mind the fact they captured and killed a Admiral Verette while wiping out all of his bodyguards and destroyed an entire Rebel base and every single Rebel inside without sustaining any casualties.

The force works in mysterious ways. Just another stupid Jedi quote in Bo-Katan’s opinion.

Or maybe, some higher being is out there, purposely making her frustrated for his amusement.

That thought only made her angrier.

“Who taught a Stormtrooper like you?” Bo-Katan asked as she blocked Kreel’s lightsaber.

“I taught myself how to handle a sword in the fight pits of Chagar IX.” He said blocking Bo-Katan’s Darksaber before punching her helmet.

The Mandalorian staggered back, but held her saber at the ready.

“Then, I learned how to wield a lightsaber from Lord Vader himself!” Kreel said as he used his jetpack to launch himself at Bo-Katan.

Their lightsabers met once again, but the force of Kreel’s strike pushed her all the way to the wall behind her, pinning her.

Such Brute strength. Bo-Katan thought.

Kreel studied Bo-Katan’s fighting style via holotapes taken in the Mandalorian Uprising together with Thrawn.

Both of them were excellent martial artists. While Bo-Katan is faster than him, he had brute strength. To give himself the edge, he trained not to be faster, but to think quicker.

He studied her body movements, her tactics, the way she thinks.

If they weren’t enemies, he would love to spar with her every day.

Bo-Katan quickly started thinking of getting out of this situation, and before Kreel could react, she head butted him.

Kreel grunted as he staggered backwards.

Both warriors paused to gather their breaths.

“You fight well. So how about after this war, wanna spar? Just you and me?” Kreel asked.

Bo-Katan laughed and pointed her sword at him.

“If you survive, then sure. So come and get me soldier boy.”

Kreel switched his stance, holding his lightsaber blade down, drawing parallel to a Togruta Jedi Padawan Bo-Katan knew.

“Don’t mind if I do.”

Head Counselor Alrich Wren

Sundari, Mandalore, Quelii Oversector

Head Counselor of the Mandalorian Council, Father of Sabine Wren and Tristan Wren (DECEASED), husband of Ursula Wren (DECEASED), WANTED DEAD BY THE GALACTIC EMPIRE FOR HIGH TREASON

Alrich groaned as he rubbed his head in pain as he sat on the floor with his back to the wall.

“Sir, we need to get you out of here. Those Imperials will be closing on us soon.” said a Commando who was kneeling in front of him.

Alrich knew the risks of joining the Rebellion, but they all thought they were safe when they liberated Mandalore.

After the Imperials failed to break through the defence fleet three times, they got even more confident.

Their overconfidence costed them, losing almost all of their Alliance Capital ships, almost all of the most experienced Mandalorian Commandos including his dear Ursula and his son Tristan, and General Cham Syndulla, one of the Rebel Alliance’s most experienced commanders. A celebrated one too.

Now the Empire has busted down their doors and are running rampant on Mandalore. He cursed Bo-Katan for staying behind to deal with some “lowly stormtroopers”.

Now those “lowly stormtroopers” were hunting them with their main forces closing in on them. Hopefully, the leader of the Mandalorian Commandos was able to escape and rendezvous with them.

“Sir come one.” The Commando said as helped Alrich up. “Are you alright sir?”

“I’m fine. Just feeling sore right now.”

Alrich looked around and found only three surviving Commandos. The wreckage of the LAAT laid no far from them, on its side and on the middle of the street.

“We need to move now. We’ve stayed here for far too long. The Imps gotta be closing in.” said a Female Commando as she scanned the rooftops.

“So where are we going?” Alrich asked.

“Plan A was to fly out of here and get you to a hidden CR90 Corvette hidden in the Kryze Mountains, but well…” A Commando said.

“And Plan B?” Alrich asked.

“There’s a secret tunnel in the sewer system that will lead us outside of the city. We have some speeders hidden there we can take to the Mountain.”

They heard grunting sounds and they all turned to the third Commando who was lifting up a cover of a manhole.

“We better get going before the Imps get here.” said the Commando as he motioned for them to get in.”

20 Minutes Later

Councilor Wren was annoyed. The Commandos wore helmets that protected them from the smell of the sewers, but not him.

It was no secret that many Commandos were annoyed with the civilian leadership, preferring their military commander, Bo-Katan Kryze, to have full power.

They didn’t like how the Council implemented rules of war.

No execution of prisoners, all prisoners are to be treated humanely, torture was forbidden, and an operation is not allowed to proceed if there are high risks of civilian casualties. They have to give it to the Imperials though, their commanders were allowed to do everything necessary to win.

Some Commandos even wondered if it would be better fighting as a Commando under the Imperials. However, those who did fight under the Imperials confirmed they were given no restraints when it comes to warfare.

Many dreamed that one day, the bonds that held them back would be broken and there were talks of a coup d’etat and install Bo-Katan as the one leader of Mandalore. They would be separate, away from the Imperials and the Rebels, and build a Mandalorian Empire to challenge the two titans.

Ulrich silenced these talks by giving the military more power, more funding. To avoid any scandals, Ulrich and Bo-Katan agreed to send Imperial prisoners directly to the Rebel Alliance. They simply couldn’t trust their own soldiers in putting the Mandalorians at a good image.

“We need to be careful down here. No explosives or flamethrowers. This place is full of methane and could blow us up if we’re not careful.” One of the Commandos said.

*SPLASH*

The group of 4 quickly looked behind them to see a stormtrooper peeking his head through a manhole.

“Found them lads!” The Stormtrooper yelled before pulling his head back.

“Run!” A Commando yelled.

They sprinted, away from the Imperials with Wren in the middle of the group until they came upon a ladder.

“Quick! Up the manhole!” A Commando said as he climbed up followed by Wren.

“We need to go sir!” The First Commando said has he helped Wren up.

*BOOM*

The duo looked down the street as fiery explosions emerged from the sewer, and coming straight for them.

“GET OUT!” The Commando said as he held on and flew up with his jetpack, lifting Councilor Wren.

They weren’t quick enough however. The manhole they climbed out of exploded with the force of the explosion sending them flying.

Wren yelped in pain as he landed on his back.

The Commando wasn’t as lucky. There was a sickening crack as he landed head first on the ground.

Alrich groaned as he surveyed the scene. The street...was just gone. Only a giant trench with fire and smoke everywhere. To his right, the Commando laid motionless, likely dead.

He knew the Imperials wouldn’t be far. Wren got up and took the dead Commando’s blaster. All he needs to do is find allies to help him escape.

Wren hobbled into an ally in pain to get away from the Imperials. As he walked, he muttered to himself, saying sorry to his family and hoping Sabine at least gets to live happily.

“Do it for Sabine. Do it for Sabine.” Wren said as he kept wobbling as fast as he can.

There was a blaster shot and Wren tumbled. He felt pain on his chest and put his right hand where his heart is. All he felt was a hole with a burning feeling and blood.

Darkness began to creep into his vision, until Alrich Wren knew no more.

Twilight Sparkle

Mandalore, Quelii Oversector

Princess of Friendship of the Celestial Alliance (EXILED/WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE)

Phalanx Command Operative

Twilight huffed as she lowered her blaster, seeing the Councilman stopped moving.

Mic and Aero landed next to her, followed by the rest of the squad that jogged to meet up with them.

“Nice shot Sparky.” Mic said padding Twilight’s shoulder.

Zuke came up to the body and nudged it with his foot.

“He’s dead alright.” He said as he put the body over his shoulder.

“So what are we doing with the body?” Twilight asked.

“Easy, we’re going to send a message.” Aero said.

Sergeant Kreel

Sundari, Mandalore, Quelii Oversector

SCAR Squad Leader

Kreel breathed heavily. His armor had a lot of cracks, the right side of his helmet was scorched, his blaster pistol was cut in half midway through the fight, and he was awfully tired.

Maybe I should’ve stuck with what I knew. Kreel thought to himself referring to the lightsaber form he tried teaching himself recently.

Thrawn warned me not to play games and I didn’t listen.

On the other side, Kryze wasn’t looking too good either. She lost her helmet when she threw it at Kreel to distract him, she lost her blaster pistol as well, she down to one grenade, and blood was coming out from her mouth where Kreel punched her.

“You’re good you know?” Kreel said.

“You too.” Kryze answered.

“If it weren’t for this war, we would’ve gotten along.” He said as he readied himself.

“Maybe so. But you know how this will end.” Kryze said as she readied herself as well.

“You defeated on my feet?”

“Don’t make me laugh Stormtrooper.”

“Huh, it’s Kreel by the way. Sergeant Kreel of SCAR Squad.”

Bo-Katan smiled.

“Bo-Katan Kryze of Clan Kryze”

“I already know that.”

Kreel launched himself towards Kryze with a jetpack.

Bo-Katan ducked as he swiped downwards at her as she swung back as he passed, cutting his lightsaber in half.

The Sergeant rolled on the ground before quickly getting on his feet.

“So it’s true. You Stormtroopers suck at aiming.” She said.

“I didn’t miss.” Kreel said as he readied himself.

Kryze heard sparks and looked behind her. Her jetpack has a slash mark with sparks flying everywhere.

Thinking quickly, she took off her jetpack and threw it at Kreel’s direction. Halfway through, the jetpack exploded, sending smoke everywhere and obscuring Kreel’s vision.

He looked around to see if he can spot her silhouette in the smoke.

Kreel heard footsteps and only had time to brace himself as Bo-Katan landed on him. He grabbed her right hand with both of his to prevent her from cutting off his head.

“End of the line for you Sergeant Kreel.” Kryze sneered.

She was confused as he began laughing.

“Got you.” He said before pushing a button on his left wrist with his thumb.

Electricity coursed through Bo-Katan’s body as she screamed and tried to get away. However, Kreel’s grip was firm, keeping her in place.

After what felt like hours for her, Kryze stopped screaming and slumped on top of Kreel.

The Sergeant breathed in relief.

“Well, that’s that. Wonder how everyone else is doing?”

Twilight Sparkle

Mandalore, Quelii Oversector

Princess of Friendship of the Celestial Alliance (EXILED/WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE)

Phalanx Command Operative

Twilight and Spike looked on in confusion as Mic and Aero were spraying graffiti on a wall.

It showed a long-nosed cartoon character peeking over a wall with the words “Kilroy Was Here -Task Force 99 SCAR Squad” next to it.

“So what’s the purpose of this?” Spike asked.

Zuke just shrugged.

“Ole tradition among many Imperial units. In every enemy territory taken, we need to leave our mark to show we were here.”

“But who’s Kilroy?” Twilight asked.

“Heh, no idea.” Aero said. “Heard it first from the lads from 34th Infantry and we started doing the same. Yo by the way, anybody seen Shrap?”

They all looked around and noticed he was nowhere to be found.

Shrap

Sundari, Mandalore, Quelii Oversector

Member of SCAR Squad and Phalanx Command Operative

Shrap peered around the corner of an alley.

He watched as a Stormtrooper was kicking a dark skinned Imperial Lieutenant on the ground.

“Want to say it again huh traitor? Fucking say it.” The Stormtrooper said as he kept kicking him.

The lieutenant only responded with silence as he started defiantly at the stormtrooper’s visor.

Shrap however heard enough as he walked around the corner and got closer to the stormtrooper.

“What’s going on here?” He asked.

The Stormtrooper stopped kicking the Lieutenant and glared at the man that interrupted him.

“Nothing, just beating some sense on a traitor.” He snarled.

“Really? Under who’s orders?” Shrap demanded.

“General Wessel. You got a problem, take it up to him.” He said as he turned his attention back to the Lieutenant.

“Really? He sent one lowly Stormtrooper to teach the LT a lesson?”

“My squad dispersed trying to look for him.” The Stormtrooper said turning his attention back to Shrap.

“Is that so? And they didn’t bother showing up to help you?”

Shrap was only met with silence.

“You know, I always had a feeling. There’s gotta be at least one person in the invasion force who didn’t belong. One who isn’t part of any units here. Officially at least. And I believe I’ve found the needle in the haystack wouldn’t you say?”

Shrap noticed as the Stormtrooper slowly reached for his blaster pistol.

In a flash, Shrap took out his blaster pistol and shot the Stormtrooper on the chest, throwing him on top of the Lieutenant.

“I’ve always hated Isard’s lackeys.” Shrap said as he holstered his blaster.

The Lieutenant pushed the body off of him and got up slowly.

“You alright?” Shrap asked.

“A little bruised, but I can make it back to my unit. Thanks for the help.”

“Don’t mention it. What was all that about?” Shrap asked.

“Made a small joke about the Emperor. Bastard didn’t take it lightly.”

“You with Wessel’s forces?” Shrap asked as he looked around in case there was someone watching.

“Immodet’s actually. Part of a recon group when this asshole knocked me out and brought me here.”

“Huh, typical ISB. Want my advice? Spread the word among Immodet’s units. Kill all of Isard’s bootlickers.”

“Wouldn’t we be accused of treason though?” The Lieutenant asked.

“What these agents are doing are going undercover in units without approval from the unit’s commanders and are kidnapping and killing members of the military. What THEY are doing is treasonous, even with the Emperor’s approval. Remember in the academies, we swore to serve the Emperor and the Empire. It is now time to choose either one.”

The Lieutenant was silent as he processed what Shrap said, but his concentration was broken when the sound of a large, distant explosion ripped through the air.

“Enough of that. Come on, we’ve got a fight to finish.” Shrap said.

Grand Admiral Thrawn

ISD Admonitor, In orbit above Mandalore, Quelii Oversector

Grand Admiral of the Imperial Navy, Warlord of the Empire, Commander of Phalanx Command, Head of the Empire of the Hand

“Very good work Sergeant. Do you require assistance? And where is your squad?” Thrawn asked as he looked at the hologram of Sergeant Kreel.

“No sir, just a little tired and bruised, but nothing I can’t handle.” Kreel said.

“Very well. I will send an extraction team soon.”

“Roger that.” Kreel nodded before the hologram cut out.

Thrawn put his gloved right hand on his chin, thinking for a moment.

“What’s the status of our forces groundside Barris?” Thrawn asked looking at the General across the table.

“Well, Dome Control has been successfully captured and all outer batteries have been silenced. The Ion Cannon has been secured, Fudensko has about two hundred prisoners, Concordia has been captured, and all objectives have been completed aside from Sundari.

General Wessel’s forces are meeting stiff resistance and General Immodet, well…”

“Well what?” Thrawn asked.

“He’s met almost no resistance and put his own AT-AT on point to the palace. Immodet’s determined to kill Bo-Katan Kryze and Councilman Ulrich Wren himself, but there’s a problem.”

“And that is?”

“SCAR Squad has reported Wren to be dead and Kryze captured. I’ve tried explaining to Immodet, but he cut me off and hanged up. Said something about lies made up by the aliens.”

Thrawn frowned.

“He’s heading straight into a trap. Alert General Wessel to double time it. I want SCAR Squad aside from Kreel to assist Immodet.”

General Immodet

AT-AT Thunder 1, Sundari, Mandalore, Quelii Oversector

Commander of the 33rd Army

“I want all units to advance towards the palace. Double time it. Anyone standing in our way must be eliminated with extreme prejudice.” Immodet said looking at a hologram of a light-skinned Colonel.

“But sir, shouldn’t we send in scout groups to make sure there aren’t any traps before sending in heavy armor?” The Colonel said.

“I will not be beaten by a bunch of aliens. We will get to that palace now or I will hang you and use your body as a decoration for my AT-AT.”

“Yes sir.” The Colonel grumbled before the hologram cut off.

“But he’s right sir, what if we run into a trap? And what if Kryze and Wren have already been dealt with?” One of the AT-AT pilots said.

“Those Mandalorians are nothing compared to our might. And those aliens are weak. They would never get past the palace security.” Immodet said as he peered through a periscope.

The two pilots only looked at each other with uncertainty.

Meanwhile, Immodet looked ahead with the periscope. In the back of his mind, he was afraid he was heading straight to a trap. But the ultimate prize of getting both Kryze and Wren was just too good.

The elimination of two well-known Rebel leaders would make his name known. His career will skyrocket. Emperor Palpatine will see him favorable, he’ll receive a promotion, and command a Sector Army. Immodet was determined to make his name both praised and feared throughout the galaxy.

All of a sudden, the ground shook.

“What happened?” Immodet said as he held on to the periscope.

“The ground’s collapsing! Brace for impact!” One of the pilots said.

Immodet watched as Thunder 1 began to lean forward. He closed his eyes as the ground got closer.

The AT-AT fell and General Immodet fell into unconsciousness.

10 Minutes Later

Immodet groaned as he opened his eyes. All he could see was the ceiling of Thunder 1’s cockpit.

He slowly got up and looked around. Sparks were flying everywhere from the damaged computers, the windows were cracked, and both pilots were slumped in their seats.

The General checked his own body. Aside from bruises and cuts, he was fine. He felt multiple scratches on his helmet, and war relieved to know it could’ve been worse.

Immodet quickly turned around when he heard the door behind him open. His eyes widened and he backed away when a Mandalorian Commando walked in, blaster aimed at the general.

The Commando fired her weapon, striking General Immodet on the chest. The impact of the blaster bolt sent the General reeling, putting his hand on the wound as he glared at the Commando.

“Imperial scum.” She said as he aimed at his head this time.

Before she could fire, a large figure appeared behind her and she was flung behind the door.

Immodet saw it was one the giant lizard alien she saw before. Next to the lizard, the purple equine alien rushed to check on him.

He couldn’t speak as he was sweating profusely and was running short of breaths.

“Don’t speak. We’re here for you.” The equine said.

At the AT-AT’s neck, the lizard and the Mandalorian fought each other.

Unfortunately for the Commando, the lizard was much tougher than she thought as he caught her punch with his left claw, and punching her head with his right.

The punch sent the Mandalorian’s helmet flying, revealing a dark-skinned, red tattooed female.

As she struggled to focus after the punch, the lizard kept a tight grip on her and brought her face closer to his.

She regained her focus and her eyes laid on the growling lizard holding on to her. The lizard opened his mouth and she saw something getting brighter coming from his throat.

Her eyes widened as small flames appeared before a bigger fire appeared in front of her vision and heading straight to her face.

While the purple equine put her hand on his wound while trying to heal him, he was transfixed at what he was witnessing. The purple lizard was quite literally, cooking the Commando’s head alive with his fiery breath.

She screamed as she tried to get out of his breath. Her efforts were all for naught as her screams died down and her body went limp.

The lizard dropped the Mandalorian as her head continued to burn.

“Twi, how is he?” The lizard asked.

“Bad, we need to request a MEDEVAC.”

At that moment, a Stormtrooper with glowing blue visors rushed in.

“Shit, Overseer this is Spade 5. I’m requesting a Priority Alpha MEDEVAC. I repeat, a Priority Alpha MEDEVAC.” The Stormtrooper said.

“Copy that Spade 5. A shuttle is on its way. Make your way to LZ Victor.”

The Stormtrooper pointed at the two aliens.

“We need to get him on the speeder. Twi, give him bacta. Spike, you carry him.”

Immodet continued to stare at the dead Mandalorian as the equine stabbed him with a needle before the lizard picked him up and carried him bridal style.

They carried him through the wreckage of Thunder 1 before emerging through a hole.

Outside multiple AT-ST Walkers and various Stormtroopers were in a circle around Thunder 1 as they fired at Rebels and Commandos firing at them.

The rest of what Immodet recognized as SCAR Squad waited for them on a speeder while firing at the Rebels.

“Get him on board!” A hooded Stormtrooper yelled at them.

The lizard put Immodet on a seat before the rest climbed on as well.

“Go go go!” One of the troopers yelled before they took off down the street.
Two more speeders full of Storm Commandos and Death Troopers linked up with them. Above them, multiple Imperial Jumptroopers ran aerial escort.

“Incoming!” One of the troopers yelled.

Behind them, five speeders appeared from the alleys carrying Rebels.

The Imperials fired back at them, trying to shrug off the Rebels attempting to kill the wounded Imperial General.

“Eat shit!” A Storm Commando yelled over the COMs as he fired a rocket which blew up one of the Rebel speeders.

One of the Rebel speeders caught up to them and flew side by side with them.

A Rebel took out a rocket and aimed it at them, but before he could fire, the driver of their speeder rammed into them.

The Rebel speeder wobbled as it struggled to regain to control, but the were too late as they crashed into the leg of an AT-AT in a ball of flames.

“This is Spade 2. Be advised, we will be coming in hot!” A Stormtrooper yelled.

“Copy that Spade 2. Thunder Two-One has a little present for them.”

Immodet’s surroundings turned from the buildings of Sundari, into the deserts of Mandalore.

They stopped at an area where a company of Stormtroopers were waiting for them with several AT-STs.

Above them, a Nemesis-class Gunship hovered above them.

“Light those fuckers up!” A Stormtrooper yelled.

The Gunship opened up with its Hellcaster Cannon and Concussion Missiles, blowing up the Rebel speeders and tearing any survivors into shreds.

“Show me what you’ve got bitches! Show me what you’ve got! HAHAHAHA!” The gunship pilot yelled as he laughed maniacally.

Immodet’s vision began to blur as he struggled to breath.

“Stay with me General. You’re going to be okay.” said the purple equine as she looked at the General with a reassuring smile.

“Where’s the damn shuttle!” A Stormtrooper said.

The General felt himself getting weaker and weaker. His vision began to blur before he fell into unconsciousness once again.

A Few Hours Later

Throughout the galaxy, people were going on with their lives, as if the war was not happening. They all stopped as every screen in every city and hope lit up with the words “Breaking News”.

A dark-skinned news reporter appeared in everyone’s screens.

“Breaking news out of the Quelii Oversector. A combined Imperial force led by Grand Admiral Thrawn, Grand Admiral Octavian Grant, Admiral Terrinald Screed, Grand Moff Zsinj, Admiral Kohrin, Admiral Llon Banjeer, General Immodet, General Redd Wessel, General Paltr Carvin, General Alix Balan, General Mosh Barris, General Rom Mohc, and General Zafaya Fudensko have finally succeeded in capturing the Rebel stronghold of Mandalore.

It has been confirmed through our sources that Councilman Ulrich Wren has been killed in a Special Forces Operation along with Admiral Fal’Rikool. General Cham Syndulla and Bo-Katan Kryze have also been confirmed to be apprehended by Imperial forces.

This comes after it’s been reported that a fleet led by Grand Admiral Thrawn, Grand Moff Zsinj, and Admiral Terrinald Screed have wiped out an entire Rebel fleet at Halmed.

Previously, the Imperial Navy has attempted to break through Mandalore’s defences three times and all have failed.

Stay tuned as there will be more to come.”

Throughout the galaxy, people either cheered or wailed in despair. There was much celebration among the Empire’s High Command, but worries and sadness in the Rebel High Command.

Meanwhile, a certain Twi’lek punched the wall of her bedroom in anger and a Mandalorian wailed in sadness as she heard the fate of her father and Mandalore.

1 Day Later

Immodet slowly opened his eyes to the cold ceiling of a ship.

“Where am I?” Immodet said as he looked around.

Next to him, Grand Admiral Thrawn sat on a chair looking at him.

“Took you long enough.” Thrawn said.

“What are you doing here? Where am I?” Immodet sneered.

“Nothing wrong with checking to see if you’re alright. And you’re on the hospital ship Second Chance. You missed the celebrations.”

“We won?” Immodet asked.

Thrawn nodded.

“Indeed, but we took casualties that could’ve been avoided if you had listened.”

Immodet was silent as he accepted his mistake.

“Did those two abominations make it out?” Immodet asked as he stared back up the ceiling.

“Their names are Twilight Sparkle and Spike.” Thrawn said.

Immodet noticed there was a hint of anger coming from Thrawn.

“They saved your life and you owe them a thank you.”

“I owe no one.” said a stubborn Immodet.

Thrawn shook his head.

“Times are changing Immodet. Xenophobia is a thing of the past and people like you refuse to look forward. I can’t help you with that. You have to help yourself.” Thrawn said as he got up.

It was then did Immodet noticed the flowers and balloons with the words “Get better soon” on the desk next to his.

“Did you send these?” Immodet asked.

Thrawn stopped at the door.

“No. What you called ‘abominations’ sent those. They decided to skip some of the celebrations to make sure you pulled through.” Thrawn said before walking out.
Immodet’s eyes widened. He continued to stare at the flowers and balloons contemplating his life.

Classified Location

Bo-Katan’s eyes opened slowly. She looked around and noticed she was suspended in the air in only her undergarments.

Near a blast door monitoring a computer was the Stormtrooper she fought.

“So Sergeant Kreel, what are you going to do now? Are you going to beat me? Rape me?” She said.

Kreel didn’t look up.

“Raping you would be beneath me and is truly disgusting. Beating you however is nothing new to me, but I have orders not to harm you. It was a good fight you know. I hope we meet again after this war to spar. That duel was pretty damn fun.” Kreel said.

He looked up at her.

“Well, I gotta split. You’ve got a visitor by the way.”

The blast doors opened, revealing Grand Admiral Thrawn as he stepped in.

“And there’s my cue. See you later sometime Kryze.” Kreel said as he picked up a rucksack and walked out.

Thrawn and Bo-Katan only stared at each other in silence.

“I believe this yours.” Thrawn said as he put the darksaber on the monitor.

“What do you want Thrawn? Why did you keep me alive?” Bo-Katan said, anger in her voice.

Thrawn smirked.

“Just because you’re with the enemy, doesn’t mean we can help each other out?”

“Help each other? What game are you playing?” Kryze asked in confusion.

“The long game Miss Kryze. You see, Emperor Palpatine and Lord Vader won’t be around forever. When they are gone, the Empire will need new leaders. Fresh faces to bring the galaxy into an age of prosperity and unity. Heal any scars Palpatine has inflicted into the galaxy.

Throughout history, the warriors of Mandalore have always been a threat. I don’t want Mandalore to be a threat, but as friends. And you Bo-Katan Kryze, will lead them. You want to redeem yourself for your sister’s death, then here’s another opportunity.”

“You know, what you speak of would be considered treasonous.” Bo-Katan said.

“Of course. Myself and many other Imperial commanders would be considered traitors in the Emperor’s eyes. But he doesn’t need to know that.”

Thrawn inserted a data chip on the monitor before a hologram with the emblem of the Empire of the Hand appeared.

“This is voice activated. Ask any questions about what myself and my colleagues envision, what we’ve learned about Palpatine, the Jedi, the Sith, and what we plan to do. I have other things to do. In a few hours, the guards will come in to escort your to your room.”

Thrawn began walking out before Bo-Katan called out to me.

“What makes you think I will comply. What’s stopping me from getting out of here?”

Thrawn looked back at her.

“That would be unwise. I’ve given Grand Moff Zsinj permission to Base Delta Zero Mandalore should you try to escape. I believe that once you’ve learned everything from that datachip, you will comply.”

Thrawn walked out of the room, leaving Bo-Katan to her lonesome.

After a while, she decided to try and learn what she can.

“Hello?”

“Voice Recognized. Bo-Katan Kryze. Welcome.” said a robotic female voice from the monitor before the hologram changed into her face.

“So he wasn’t lying. Computer, show me what Thrawn envisioned.”

Nirauan, Empire of the Hand

Admiral Voss Parck

Admiral of the Empire of the Hand Navy, Member of Phalanx Command

Parck sipped on his cup of coffee as he stared out the window of the space station he was on.

He could see the Wrath in drydock as engineers worked double time to get the giant ready.

Nearby, the Purifier stood among the ships of Phalanx Squadron as they guarded the capital of the Empire of the Hand. Freighters and civilian ships passed them either going to the city below, or to other planets within the territory.

Her sister ship, the Overlord was docked with Naval Station Nirauan with many other capital ships.

Near the Wrath, were six incomplete Bellators and two incomplete Assertors that were modified. They were acquired when construction of the eight dreadnoughts were halted in Kuat and work was diverted to complete the Eclipse. They were due to be scrapped, but the Emperor sent them Thrawn’s way instead.

Coming out of hyperspace, Parck saw Task Force Swarm which consisted of the Carrier Swarm escorted by four Victorys and eight Carracks. They were sent to eliminate a Black Sun Flotilla and a base they constructed that was detected in Empire of the Hand territory.

The Swarm was different from her sisters. While most Secutors were neglected with more starfighters being sent to the Imp Stars instead of them, the Swarm carried around 500 fighters like it was designed to.

Other Secutors in the Empire of the Hand were given the same privilege.

Parck’s datapad bleeped. He looked at the messages he received.

The factories for General Mohc’s droids were nearly completed, and he received a message from the Empire of the Hand’s chief warship designer.

Fractalsponge: All ships will be refitted or completed in a few months. I was able to recruit more workers though the Mon Calamari were the most hesitant. I’ve also received word we’re getting more ships. Is this really necessary?

Adm_VictoriousParck: Wasn’t mine or Thrawn’s choice. We can discuss more face to face. Wanna grab some lunch planetside?

Fractalsponge: Reddo’s Seafood. Lakeside. I’m buying this time.

Parck turned off his datapad and sipped his coffee.

“Life’s good.” He muttered.

Author's Note

A pain in the ass. Had a lot of things to worry about like college and transfer, but I got it done.

Here it is. I'll only accept constructive criticisms. Don't be a dick.