Well, Fallen Jedi Coe Dell never thought she'd see the day.
Working along side some filthy traitors who escaped the Empire's Will.
To survive a horde of battle droids.
She wondered how it even came to this, recalling recent events.
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Coe Dell stood alongside her two other Inquisitor Initiates, waiting for their Mentor to initialize the attack of a Rebel fleet they had been tracking. Ever since the destruction of the Death Star, more and more groups have risen up against the Empire, and the galaxy was in all out war. Coe Dell had originally been a part of the Jedi Order, and had managed to evade the trouble surrounding Order 66, but once she saw no point to hiding herself in this chaotic world, she joined the Imperials to try and bring stability back to the galaxy.
Her motives changed for the worse when the village she had been living in had been razed by fanatic rebels, who killed every one there. Based on this, she believed that these Rebels were doing more harm to the people they were trying to save. She joined the Inquisition and was going to snuff out these terrorists.
The Rebel fleet was ripped out of hyperspace due to the Interdictor cruiser and right into the trap waiting for them. The Star Destroyer Coe was on and their ally Destroyer moved in on the fleet, turbo lasers firing at the rebel scum. This "fleet" was more of a convoy, a number of transport ships and two blockade runners, the flag ship of this rebel fleet being a Mon Calla Cruiser. Pathetic. They hold an advantage on the ground, but in space, it was like destroying womprats in a-
"Unidentified vessel approaching, Sir." An officer pulled Coe out of her thought, drawing her attention from the beautiful destruction and to the new ship approaching the battle. Her mentor and her two companions looked at the vessel as well, focusing on the strange yet similar ship.
At first glance, the ship looked identical to a Venator-Class Star Destroyer, bot as the ship grew closer, and began firing upon the Imperial vessels and Rebel convoy alike, it was obvious that this vessel was no mere destroyer. This beast was almost twice the size of a Venator, with more firepower to cause multitudes of damage.
"Target the hostile!" The Mentor shouted, holding onto a part of the ship as the hull was bombarded with laser fire.
"I can't, sir! The battery stations have gone silent!" An officer replied as sirens began blurring. Coe looked out into space, seeing the other Star Destroyers and the Rebel ships burning as well. She then looked towards the growing planet to the port side, seeing that they were going to crash on the surface of this unknown planet.
"Sir, should we activate the escape pods?" Another officer asked, a rack in their voice as they gripped onto their seats.
"No! That ship would just destroy the lot of them. Out best chance is to survive the crash!" The Mentor shouted, watching as the ship plummeted into the planet's atmosphere. Coe gripped onto the holo table as the ship broke through and the surface became visible. Lovely. Of all the planets they could crash onto, the surface of this planet had to be..
Sand.
She hated sand.
"All hands, brace for impact!"
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Coe slowly opened her eyes, regaining consciousness. She couldn't quite hear anything at the moment, but she could see a blurred vision of what was left of the bridge. She saw fires burning the corpses of those officers who had not survived the crash, and the impaled body of her Mentor. She shook her head, trying to rid the fogginess that clouded her senses, seeing a clearer picture of what was happening. Her two companions were also regaining their senses, trying to get up from the floor.
"What was that? Star Destroyers can't be taken down that quickly, right?" One asked, green blood streaking his blue face. Coe wasn't sure what race he was, nor did she care. All she knew was his Initiate number: 25. 25 carefully placed a bloodied hand on the floor, trying to lift himself into an upright position.
"No clue. It looked like it was on our side at first, but then it decimated us." The other Initiate chimed in, another alien that Coe knew the species of: a Twi'lek. One of his lekku looked like it was torn off, which was a problem. They already lost their Mentor, she didn't need to worry about this initiate, 44, to drop dead while they tried to figure out what was going on.
Coe groaned, crawling up from the floor and slowly approaching 44, the floor unstable and tilted to the side. She helt onto what remained of the holo table and knelt down to 44, checking his lekku. As she suspected, it was missing a small portion. She was not sure if this would kill him or not, but she reached out to a Storm Trooper body and used the force to pull off his equipment belt. She gripped it and searched for the survival pouch, finding it and opening the small pouch. She tossed the rations aside and pulled out the medpac, thankful that it had bacta inside of it. She opened the container and began to apply bacta on the stump, which caused 44 to flinch.
"Hold still! Don't need dead weight dragging us down." She demanded, forcefully holding onto his injured lekku. 44 gave her a distasteful glare, and let her continue. 25 got to his feet and approached the corpse of their Mentor, taking his Inquisitorial saber. He attached it to his hip and moved to Coe and 44.
"I'll go through the ship and see if any of the crew survived. If they did, I'll get them armed and prepared for an attack." Coe nodded, dismissing 25 as she focused on 44. 25 moved past the two and moved deeper into the ship. She continued to lather the bacta on the lekku until the sounds of drop ships came into earshot. She tossed the medpac away and tried to help 44 off the ground.
"Come on, get up!" Coe demanded, pulling on his arm. 44 groaned as she tugged, standing as straight as he could. Coe put his arm over her shoulder to help him move when blaster fire began to fill the air. The two moved to the destroyed viewport to see who was firing. Reaching the shattered viewport, both gasped when they saw the waves of Super Battle Droids marching to the wreck, firing at anything that moved. Rebels were dropping like womprats in a barrel, while some put up a fight only to fall moments later.
Coe turned her head to focus on a new drop ship approaching the surface behind the lines of B2 droids. It was there that she saw the red markings on all of the droids and the drop ships deploying the droids. She couldn't believe what she was seeing: how could there still be CIS forces so long after the Clone Wars.
What she saw next did something she thought was impossible after all that has happened: It sent a chill down her spine.
The drop ship ramp lowered; a number of red commando droids marching off and forming two lines for a final occupant to come out. The red figure moved down the ramp, a silver cloak covering most of its body. Coe gasped when the skeletal head came into view.
General Grievous had returned.