Revolt...

<font color="#77A8C1">Governor Telbrin Miren or Koros Major sat in Chancellor Stian’s office, with lines of worry creasing his otherwise unflawed face. He was no longer Governor, in any official capacity as far as those that plotted a successful over throw of him, we concerned, but he was still an elected official of the Tetan government, and Chancellor Stain was about to allow a group of renegades rip apart the confederation he had worked so hard to form. Dissents against the Chancellor and his government had been brewing on that world, and it’s twin of Koros Minor, for sometime and it had finally reached its boiling point against Governor Miren. Days ago rebel cells had taken over the ostentatious estate of Koros Major and they proclaimed themselves the new leaders of government, calling them the New Tetan Republic.

It had been predicted that the solid formation of the Confederacy would not come at a price, a price which the Chancellor hoped no one would have to pay.</font>

Telbrin Miren. A man of many faces. The brilliant tactian. The ingenious scientist. The iron-isted governor. His younger years are known to none, as there are no record on Koros Major about them. He was not a tall man either, no more than a meter and a half at best.

The trio of men, the Governors and the Chancellor sat around a table. Both Douglas and Telbrin were partitioning the Chancellor for resources to combat dissidents on the worlds in which they control.

"Chancellor, I request one of Cinnegar's victory class Star Destroyers as well as two of the Nebulan B frigates to wipe away the pesky rebels. " Telbrin requested with the grace of a politician.

"Well," Stian paused, "Take them an put down the uprisings with minimal force."

The Rancor , the Victory class star destroyer lurched towards the planet Koros Major, one of the seven magnificent planets in the Empress Teta system, with an awing power that only a ship of the Star destroyer class could attain. The single star destroyer was more than enough firepower to pacify the primitive—in the sense of space warfare—culture. Although, in this sense she was flanked by the Nebulon-B frigates Harasser and the Provoker to provide additional fire power and snub-fighter power.
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Captain Opani of the Provoker had an important mission to fulfill and the Captain was reviewing it as the Provoker broke off from the flotilla. Confederacy intelligence had reported that the underground movement assisting Confederation liberation had dropped a canister of vital information. Opani’s job was to launch a Skipray blast boat and retrieve it, a simple task.

“Captain, launching the boat now.” Reported the Lieutenant Commander, executive officer of the ship.

“Keep me up to date.”

“Yes sir.”

Captain Opani watched the main view screen as the fairly large blast boat creaked out of the hanger and pulled away from the ship. Heading at what could have been its maximum speed towards a speck in the distance. The canister.

Then they attacked. Two Y-wings escorted by what looked liked X-wing cockpits grafted to TIE Fighter wings, better known in the fighter circles as “Uglies.” Crudely armed and poorly shielded the uglies numbered at around a dozen—still more than a match for the single blast boat.

“Commander! Launch fighters! Launch fighters!” shrieked Opani in panic. Nothing could go wrong, not now. The Lieutenant Commander didn’t even respond back he just gave the order to send out the squadron on stand-by. Four X-wings left the bay.

The battle was short and bloody. The skipray crew was competent enough to fend off the Y-wings, killing one pilot and disabling the other. The X-wings ruthlessly crushed the hybrid craft in a matter of moments.

“Commander…where did the ships come from?”

“I … uh… I don’t know sir.” His voice was drenched in confusion.

“Have the Provokers tractor beams pull in that Y-wing and prepare a room for our guest. I want to meet him.”


“Yes sir!”

Over the last recent months, between the time that the government had mobilized to answer the threats from Korsos Major the one time renegade forces had seized control of the local (in a planetary sense) government. Yet, they were still inadequately prepared to deal with the might of the Tetan Confederacy in full swing.

The clanking of unisons was music to the Captain ears as he and two troopers marched down a corridor heading towards the captured prisoner. With in minutes Opani entered the room. In a chair sat a boy no older than twenty. He had sandy blonde hair with a tint of red. His freckle less face and brown eyes gave the stereotypical appearance of freedom fighters (although he worked for the government, from a certain point of view).
“What is your name and rank?” Asked Captain Opani.

&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp No response.

&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “What is your name?” The Captain asked again this time with a hint of anger creeping its way into the boom that was his voice; And still, no response. The Captain tried again, and to no avail did the pilot speak. Now Opani was truly mad and he ordered that the boys hand to be chopped off.

One of the guards withdrew his knife, as well as a thick two-colored strip. With his knife in his recessive left hand he pulled apart the strip. The prisoner of war looked at him quizzically—yet with a hint of fear in his eyes-- not understanding what the purpose of the strip was.

“It’s to cauterize it boy.” Said the guard who was about thirty. He gave a chuckle as he placed the strip down on the side of the knife and discarding the other half of it in a wastebasket. Holding his knife horizontally he began to laugh in a cruel way. Then, in a fell swoop he struck. Bring it down in a blur at the boys who hands had been tied down.

“KAJJIE!” The boy screamed. He was greeted by many a laughs as the guard had stopped mere millimeters before cutting off the hand.

“Is that a first or last name?” Asked the guard.

“Kajjie Deyone. That is my name.” The boy was ashamed that he had been easily tricked into giving them their name. “My rank is Corporal. I am from Korsos Major, if you haven’t guessed and I work for KMC.”

“KMC?” Opani asked.

“Korsos Major Council.”

“Ahh.” The Captain know knew what he was talking about, “That band of rebels who have seized the government. We will destroy you ya know.”

“If that happens, there won’t be a Korsos Major for you to take. “ He added coolly.

“Find out all you can from him.” The Captain said, then left.