The Rebel Faction

<font color=darkred>Corellia


Who would have thought?

One day, the most respected government in the entire galaxy, ruler of entire solar systems, commander of great fleets.

The next, their capitol in uprising and their nation-states rebelling. The New Republic had lost much since their fateful attack on the world of Eriadu some sixteen hours before.

They had yet to learn, though, exactly how much they lost. One day, he knew, they would learn. One day, soon.

Executor Ton Karlos stood watching the star swirl in front of the ship. Many people were known to get quite violently sick watching the endless cylce of swirling stars and strange colours.

But the Executor had learned long ago that to be sick was to be weak, and so he stood there now, watching them carefully, studying the intricate patterns made by the stars as his ship sped through hyperspace.

Why, the Executor wondered, is this happening?

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The ship came out of hyperspace some time later over the world-gem that was Corellia. It was, as usual, surrounded by the warships of the New Republic, a fortress that could only be pentrated by the most skilled over persons. If it came to it, the Executor knew, Admiral York could break the Republic's stranglehold on this world.

But he hoped that it would not come to that. War was, and always would be, a terrible thing to Executor Ton Karlos. He worked to avoid such war, because war always led to death. And death led to suffering.

<font color=darkred>Corellia

New communications. Ton Karlos looked over the top of the book he had been reading, something about spies and espionage that was a long way from the truth, to the woman.

Well? What about them? The other looked at him a moment, and frowned. The Empire. They've declared war. There was a long silence, in which a thousand different horrbile posibilties flashed through the Executor's mind. With the Galactic Defence Initiative.

Now that was certainly not what Ton had expected. Of all the people in the galaxy, he would have thought that the Empire would have at least some honour. But then, as he thought it over, if he was right... the Empire wanted power. And a key source for that power was the Jutraalian Empire, the @#%$ that the New Order had waged war with for the past three months.

If that's what happened...

There's more, She continued. The Trade Federation has been laballed an enemy of the peace for 'Selling of Classified Information and Actions leading to the deaths of citizens of the Galactic Defence Initiative.'.

She stopped, looking at the document and frowning.

A state of war now exists betweem the Empire and the GDI. We're ordered to commence the infiltration as soon as possible and pull the location of Bastion from the Republic's records, if possible.

Ton nodded. The idea of war with the Empire was appalling. Of all their friends and allies, the GDI had considered the Empire the best. And still recovering from the betrayal of the Corrupt New Republic, to find two more of their allies turned on them...

Can I see it? She nodded and handed him the datapad. He read it, a rage growing in his chest...

<tt>...offensive launched by the New Order against us, the GDI, in coalition with the Jutraalian Empire...</tt>

And to find them working with their former enemies, that the Empire had sworn to crush and the GDI had helped them in that end was absoultely disgusting...

<tt>...above all else the Empire desires power. Fearsons has such power, and he is not below using it to gain the New Order's support in an attack on our government...</tt>

No surprise there. Really, the Empire didn't give a damn about their allies. Whatever brought in more power for them, the better. Selfish @#%$, all.

<tt>...the Trade Federation is a pawn of both these governments. They willfully sold out the Galactic Defence Initiative in exchange for protection... no harm should have come to the Federation if their honour had been kept intact... the Trade Federation has been declared an enemy of the state... state of war with the New Republic, the Jutraalian Empire, the New Order, and the Trade Federation... Trade Federation betrayed the Commonwealth... Federation declared an enemy of the state by the Systems' Commonwealth...</tt>

Hell has found us. Ton stood and tossed the datapad onto the table, glancing at it one last time before moving out of the room.
Are we ready? He asked, opening one of the weapons lockers and drawing out the neccessary equipment.
Give me an hour and we'll be set. Ton smiled thinly and nodded.
An hour, then.

One Hour Later

There. She pointed across the way to the two Republic guards that stood outside the building.
Are we supposed to take them? He whispered back, peering through the scope of the sniper rifle with distaste. Or avoid them?
Avoid them, if we can. Leave the here. Ton set down the rifle and followed her lead, stepping out of the way and walking across the throughfair and up the steps of the building. The two guards failed to notice them until they were climbing the steps, and when they did it was already to late.
Ton drew the taser and pressed it into the first man's throat, stunning him. The woman did likewise, and they dragged the two bodies into the building with them.
Well, that was fun. What's next?
Archive level. Let's go.

(To be continued)