The Rebel Faction

The function halls of the Navy Centre, vanished rapidly onto the horizon line as Jerix' personal executive landspeeder rocketed away.

His hopes to have a rugged verbal exchange with the Commodore had been dashed by the priority transmission that awaited him at military control. He was caught of guard by the message that had torn him away. With the inking of the treaty he had been granted a permanent reprieve from such priority transmissions. Maybe he had been a little naive to expect that it would be over so quickly.


At top speed, he headed toward the nearby landing towers where his shuttle had been docked for the duration of the festivities, for it contained the only subspace transceiver he had access to on the entire planet capable of long range transmissions. The rest at the Navy installation were either locked down or heavily monitored. As the impatient bleeping of his comlink suggested, he had neither the time or the inclination to wait through the procedural gibberish in order to gain access to Gallinore's watered down communication system.


Jerix barely had his foot out the door before his Sorro Sub V-90 shuddered to a halt outside the docking tower where his shuttle lay. The boots of his entourage made a crisp crunching music on the steel floors leading to the shuttle.

He was met by one of his bridge crew who had remained onboard while the ceremonies had passed by and who had unfortunately been subjected to the high tensions brought by the transmission. That much was evident in his colour-drained features.

"S-sir?" He stuttered. "Headquarters are calling you on the comm, they say its extremely important."

"All right." Answered the Commander, "Pipe it through to the cockpit, I'll take it in there."

Jerix continued, not joined by his throng of aides, into the cockpit and parked himself perilously onto the edge of the soft leather chair, illuminated only by the thick blue glow of the monitor ahead which bore the crest of the consortium.


"Connecting now sir!" Came the muffled yell from the rear quarters, to which he offered a short nod.

"Greetings Commander Macor. I apologise for the abrupt interruption to your evening, but this could not possibly wait. What you are about to see is an encoded SOS from the planet Vergil that we received seven hours ago. . ."


<font size=1>"Attacked . . .force unknown . . . send reinforcements . . . all is lost . . .can't take much more . . .aliens landing . . .help us now . . ."</font>


"That's about all we could clear up from what we received. As far as we can tell it's been bounced around nearly seventeen different relay satellites to avoid detection, but lost a lot of its quality in the process.

As it stands now, headquarters are demanding you return to base for further instructions as to how we proceed.

General Gorinson out."


Slumping back in his chair, Jerix' hand rested tentatively on his forehead in a vein effort to halt the forming of sweat on his brow.
He stumbled uneasily out from the cabin, greeted by the waiting gaze from the rest of his crew.

"Set course for home."

"Sir?" began the pilot.

"Just do it!" He snapped, cutting the younger officer off."

Vergil . . .his home from home was in jeopardy.


The skies clouded over and a thunder loomed ever closer on the horizon. Jerix opened and closed his fists, hoping to ease his rapidly beating heart.

In the Barracks, the troops continue to do their daily training, marching, eating the same stuff, and talking to the same people. Each day the mechs are sent out training each troop how to use them, everyday you hear the clapping noises from the marching men in their light but strong armor.

Clone Fett goes through the same procedure, training, marching, commanding troops in simulation to keep his commander status in tact. But he thinks something might happen to him like get killed, get captured by the enemy or even worse watch his fellow troops do the same thing. For the past few years Clone Fett has lost so many men (1113 to be exact). The grunts say he has changed over the past few weeks, hes become more wiser, faithful and more determined to get the job done. People respect that and trust him for what he has done for other troops, even higher ranks than Fett respect him but he dose'nt know that.

Every Wednesday post comes through from our families and friends to see whats going on in their home town. Clone Fett always looks forward to his posts because he enjoys watching his son grow up and his wife become for beautiful. But this wednesday and it was'nt a message saying 'I love you' it was a message from The Hapes Government saying 'You've been tasked to the small taskforce being sent to investigate what happened at Vergil'.

Troops in Fetts Squadron over heard this and felt ice chilling down thier spines.
'We cant does that, its suicide!'
said a nervous rookie who joined Fetts Squad last week.
Fett said nothing as he was looking at the troops with nervous looks on their faces, behind them was the grey wall that Fett never really looked at, but this time it was different. It had photographs of the troops families looking happy with the beautiful scenery behind them, waiting for their men to come back to them.
Fett: I know what your thinking that this is suicide, that its impossible, well its not, anything is possible, just have a clear conscious and think clearly about what your doing.

Troop#1: Sir, if go in there with just a few men...we could be killed in a matter of minutes.

Fett: Well we will just go in with a few men.

Troop#2: What are you talking about sir!

Fett: If we go in there with a few men the alien like creatures won't pick us up because we will be to small for their scanners.

Troop#1: I still think its suicide.

Fett: We have two weeks, I'll asemble the few men and i'll let you all know whos going in with me.

Fett turned around and walked back to his bunk and thought about his men with these alien like creatures. 'My men dont have a chance against those freaks, ecspeacially with just the standard issue repeater rifles. Fett had his since the Rhen Var Incident.

The copy was slotted inside the computer and was ready to play.Dante pressed the button and the transmission came on.He sat there with interest listening to the transmission while staring out of the ships window staring into space concentrating on the transmission.

The copy was coming to an end, Dante stood up and pressed the button and wondered....a ceremony for a rebel to make allies with the consortium,it didnt make sence why would one rebel want to do that,either way Dante went towards the bridge and asked for them to keep a constant time count to know how long we have till we get to Gallinore.

The colours in hyperspace were beautiful,mixed with purples,blacks,blues and lots more reflecting off the ships shiny metallic body making the ship look the same colour.The ship was smooth,not a single shake from the ship had been made since the jump into hyperspace.This what not a war but an invitation to a ceremony which Dante took it as.

The speakers came on which showed they listened to Dante's orders."All crew 4 hours till we reach Gallinore" said the commander incharge of the upper bridge.

The shuttle had touched down on a private landing pad and as soon as Andra had walked onto the surface of the planet, the shuttle again took off, disappearing somewhere beyond the horizon to a destination unknown to her, but that was none of her concern. Were she in need of a quick escape from Gallinore, she would have no problem in finding one.

Making her appearance at the ceremony, she was noticed by few. And those people who had nodded a silent greeting didn't know who exactly she was, and they were just being polite. She had picked up a glass of champagne from a table full of glasses and casually walked around. Andra noted quite a few newer recruits, but she had yet to lay eyes on some of the more well known ones, especially Jerix Macor.

Walking around she had picked up odds and ends of various conversations, none too interesting until she heard the very distinctly the name 'Macor'. This had caused her to stop in her place and she quickly turned away from the group and admired an old suit of armor which had conveniently been placed there for display. Listening carefully she hadn't been able to pick up much of the conversation because they had kept their voices rather low, but she did manage to hear that he had taken his leave suddenly, not too long ago, that he was headed out towards his ship, that it must have been very urgent, and he was probably long gone by now.

That was all the information she needed. There was really no one else to keep an eye on here at the Ceremony, and she was gaining no knowledge on the aliens that were quickly becoming more and more of a problem. Leaving the edifice, she headed towards the adjoining landing platform where most delegates attending the Ceremony had arrived on. But after talking to one of the guards who was watching over the entire platform, she had found that no one had been given clearance to leave in the past few hours.

He's still here....but where? Andra offered a sweet smile to the guard and walked away, not exactly sure where to yet. If his ship is still here, and he's not at the ceremony, where else would he be staying. And then it hit her...where would alot of these delegates be staying for the night at least? The nearest hotel more than likely.

It was rather easy to find, and suprisingly easy to get into. All she had to say was that Mr. Macor had just commed her, and that he requested her presence immediately. The front desk clerk even offered a bellhop to show her the way to his room, but Andra declined and asked simply for the floor and room number, and just like that, she had his location.

With just a press of a button the door hissed open and she walked into a dark anteroom. But from the small amount of light seeping in from behind the curtains she could make out a figure lying in the large bed. The door hissed close behind her and she silently crept further into the room. And after a few moments of searching she had found nothing in the draws dresser, which wasn't entirely suprising because it hadn't looked like Jerix planned on staying long.

Eyeing a briefcase sitting next to the bed, she knelt down infront of it and began playing around with the lock trying to get it undone.

After a few muted attempts she finally was able to force out somewhat of a response, though it was far from easy being that he was slowly crushing her larnax.

"I came.....to tell....you.....news....." She finally was able to get out. She was more than highly disappointed in herself. Things like this were an everyday part of her job, yet she had allowed herself to be caught, and now it left her in this dire position against someone who was twice her size. It would be better if she didn't resist for the time being, but once she was relieved of this particular hold, she could more than likely make her escape.