Their efforts thus far had been thwarted by the rebels’ cunning. But finally a bright light in HQ thought that the best way to get them out was to leave them in.

They stopped all efforts to get the people out, and instead focused on killing the enemy. Groups of special ops and such would make speedy forays into enemy territory. The enemy soldiers would be taken by surprise, surrounded, and killed. This was in an effort to starve them out secretly.

For you see, the paranoid High Command of the rebels insisted that those who went missing must be deserters, and as such they never took any action against the children as they never knew what was going on.

Unfortunately this hit and unexpected snag. Cannibalism.

As the amount of food decreased, hostages were gutted for food. But after the first day of this, when the Mon Calamari command was just preparing to sit down and think of a new plan, when back in the city- WHAM!

The prisoners snapped. It started in the street when a clone soldier shot a grimy beggar who had been clawing at his leg. Then, he found himself standing in the middle of a circle of angry, starved, and mentally disturbed people. The soldier was torn to pieces, and more people were pulled in. Like a black hole, people around the edges joined, thus extending the size, causing people around the new edges to join, until this feeling of rebelliousness spread throughout the city.

It was said to be a miracle the children weren’t there, there to see their parents and friends and older siblings exacting such a bloody revenge. Even those who surrendered had their arms ripped clean off by the adrenalin-mad and rage-driven people of New Reef Town.

The palace was guarded by a pair of powerful machine-laser turrets, but the ravenous and unstoppable mob disregarded their injuries and charged straight into the maw of the fire, until they were able to tear the gun to pieces. Now that the last of the rebel soldiers were dead, the people, all of them, in one of the greatest un-lead group movements of this galaxy, came down like avenging spirits on those who had their children. They made it to the foot of the final fortress, ripping the gates down, when the last leaders came out with their tiny hostages kept closely at gunpoint.

They moved to the edge of the mob, which stood grey and listless, swaying softly in the breeze, and begun to load into their transport. They licked dry lips and sweated bullets, until they were onboard. Then, a shadow fell over the city.

A Mon Calamari warship, poised overhead, granted the city their freedom. The guns roared, and took out the transport, killing the leaders.

And the roar of freedom and joy that met the crew, of the children and families reunited, of the oppressed saved, of justice being served, was worth a thousand medals.

The people were saved. The last of the rebellious elements had been destroyed. And now truly could not peace ring out from every bell, could Kamino not now finally peacefully join the Republic of their friends, The Mon Calamari?

Yes, they could.

Those who had been imprisoned were freed, and families were reunited through the D.P.D., or the Displaced Person Department. Now New Reef Town was stripped bare of all the evil the revolutionaries had tried to press onto it. It was cleansed clean from all the troubles and tribulations it had seen. Now people returned and new houses were established. With the last of the rebellious factions destroyed the two peoples were reunited into a conglomerate, if conglomerate is the world I’m looking for, whole.

Peace on kamino and good will to all fish heads. Now they rebuilt the shops and the monuments, the statues and gardens, the spires and arcs that had made their city fair. This was indeed peace and joy for them.

After a whirlwind election, a Mon Calamari was elected as new Governor of Kamino, when the old Governor was found to be a part of the plot. He was dragged out and executed by what could only be referred to as ‘the people’, seeing on how that was the only thing they all had in common, being people and all.

The new Mon Calamari Minister was viewed as a controversial leader, when you think of the chaos the Mon Calamari and Kamino had been through since their arrival weeks ago. But none cared, it was all patched up now. People came from Ando and Mon Calamari and Azguard and to put it simply everywhere. They flooded the planet in an explosion of camaraderie and bon homme.

But, with all situations like this, there were several loose ends. To this day, the rebels’ twisted experiments and insane prisoners infest the lower catacombs that are the lower levels of New Reef Town. To go there was dangerous, for they were murderous in the extreme and had become animal-like in the pain they suffered. But some risked it to get their hands on the money, artefacts, and left over equipment from the rebellion.

Another loose end was the rebel leaders. After their shuttle was destroyed, not all of the leaders bodies could be located. Perhaps some had survived? Everyone hoped something had killed them, because the thought of those mad, murderous people loose set shivers down their spines.

The last little loose end was the slumbering clones beneath the planets’ surface. Was that all of them? Could there be more, waiting there below the crust, needing only to be awoken to once again brutally cut a swath through the innocent?

People worried about these, and many attempts in the future would be made to solve them. But for the time being people had to live with them.

The commander of the Mon Calamari MC-40 Light Cruiser Alliance, Captain Fregrad watched as more and more reports steamed in from the planet below. He had been sent to oversee the occupation of Kamino, and had been here for some time now.

And it was boring as hell. It had been almost a full month since he had departed from his glorious homeworld of Calamari. A month since he had seen it’s clear blue skies, it’s beautiful coral reefs, and the endless depths of it’s oceans. He was getting restless. The rebellion on Kamino had been quelled, and he was no longer of any use here. High Admiral Filgad, however, had demanded that he remained. Fregrad would be glad when the Admiral was fully recovered from his head wounds. Admiral Teebo would have enough sense not to leave him here while the galaxy was in turmoil with the increasing threats of the Chiss and the Empire. He was needed elsewhere, no babysitting 8-foot tall gangly creatures.

But for now he would have to stay, waiting for another day, when he would be releases to go elsewhere. He skimmed over yet another report, until something caught his interest. It had been reported earlier that groups of Kamino rebels were hiding deep within the depths of New Reef Town. Now, apparently a large group had attacked a cluster of homes on the north shore of town, and had taken several beings hostage. Reports indicated that there was at least two Calamarians, a Kaminoan, and possibly an Azguardian.

Fregrad swore softly to himself. He turned to his second in command. “Lieutenant, several beings planet side were captured by some Kamino extremists remaining from the rebellion. I want you to organize a search team to recover them.”

“Yes, sir.”



Major Lama We, a Kaminoan recently recruited into the Mon Calamari Republic army, surveyed his troops below him. The majority were Calamarian soldiers, but there were also some of his species. They boarded onto several transports, preparing for a journey down to Kamino where they would attempt to recover several civilians lost to the extremists. The mission would be dangerous, but the troops under his command were well equipped.

He just hoped that it would be a large enough force. After all, there could easily be thousands of Kamino extremists and clones hiding under the depths of New Reef Town.

As the shuttles settled down on the planet, Lama We quickly unloaded all his troops onto New Reef Town. He wanted to end his mission as soon as possible. When all his troops had safely disembarked, he signaled for the shuttle pilots to head back up to the Defender. When the shuttles lifted off he turned back to his troops.

“Vanguard One, commence Operation Clear Out.”

“Yes, sir.” replied all forty troops in unison. They marched forward, and were soon obscured by a heavy fog that had settled. It gave the impression of approaching doom for those in the vanguard, and added to the already high tensions. If they were attacked, there numbers were too few to resist, and they would be forced to surrender and be condemned to god knows what fate.

Still, they marched on without a falter in their steps. Soon they reached the passage to the lower levels, which was blocked off with a heavily barricaded wall. Several of the troops took out heavy laser cutters and set to work cutting it open. It did not take long, and soon a hole large enough to pass trough had been made. The troops piled through, and lit up glow rods as they stepped into New Reef Town’s gloomy depths.

They walked for some time, careful to check every crevice for hiding soldiers. They discovered nothing significant until they had gone several kilometers.

“Sir,” shouted a soldier, motioning the commander over with a wave of his hand. “There is something here.” He pointed to a discarded piece of charred Clone Trooper armour. He reached down to pick it up, and recoiled once he touched it. “It’s still hot.” He muttered.

The commander immediately ordered the scientists to begin taking life sensor readings of the surrounding area. If it was still warm, there must have been troopers in the nearby area.

“Sir,” one of the scientists said, sounding confused, “something is blocking our readings. There appears to be some sort of jamming in place. It could be radiation given off from leaking power sources.”

The commander nodded slowly, considering. He did not suspect that the Clone Troopers would have any sort of scanner jamming devices, as they were using rather primitive technology, but one could never be too careful.

“Set up sentries.” He called out. “We will be staying here for a while. I also want the surrounding area completed scoured for anything that might have been left behind by the extremists.”

A chorus of yessirs followed his orders, and his troops set to work.

The searchers found several other pieces of Clone Trooper armour. The Clone Troopers had definitely been here, but the question was how long ago. The commander had his troops stay on alert, and doubled the watch. If the Troopers were here, they could attack at any moment.

There was very little activity throughout the day, and nothing much happened. They did not discover anything else, and many were beginning to get jumpy, and were losing their patience. That was, until one of the sentries called out “Sir, there is something out there!”

The commander hurried over, and ordered the soldier to report. “I saw something move.” The soldier said. “It must have been a trooper!” by now everyone was crowded around the soldier, and no one was paying attention to anything else. Behind them, several dozen Clone Troopers moved into position silently, unnoticed in the confusion.

Then, with perfect unity, the Clone Troopers drew their weapons. “Don’t move.” one said. All those in the vanguard turned around slowly, the seriousness of their mistakes donning on them.

“What do you want?” the commander said. “There is nothing for you here.”

“We want revenge.” Blue-green laser fire erupted from the speaker’s blaster and slammed into the commander’s body, throwing him against the wall. His dead boy slumped to the ground. “Lower your weapons.” said the Clone Trooper.

The Mon Calamari Republic troops obediently obeyed, shocked at the death of their commander. The Clone Troopers showed no mercy, and would not likely spare them if they were to try to escape. The Clone Troopers herded together the Mon Calamari Republic Vanguard troops and grouped them together in a semi-circle. The foremost clone trooper said “Now is the time for the doom of the Mon Calamari Republic. It shall begin with you, and your fate will be carried on to every other member of your corrupt faction.”

He raised his blaster and prepared to open fire. The other Clone Troopers did the same. Suddenly shouts erupted from all around them. The Clone Troopers hesitated for a moment, a hesitation that proved fatal. Hundreds of Mon Calamari troops, the main division assigned to Operation Clear Out had arrived to aid their comrades. Blaster fire erupted from all around the Clone Troopers, and soon they were all dead.

Lama We stepped over the charred corpses, and extended his hand to a Mon Calamari trooper who was lying on the ground. The trooper took it, and stared up with surprised eyes at the Major.

“We figured you could use a little help.” The Major said. The soldier nodded, speechless. Major Lama We stared up into the distance. They had destroyed these troopers, but there could be thousands more out there. The sooner he finished, the sooner he could be out of the gloomy depths.



Several days later, the Major stood on board the bridge on the Defender. They had succeeded in clearing the depths of New Reef Town, and already occupants were starting to fill it. His mission had been a success, but now he had to leave his world behind, to continue serving the Mon Calamari Republic. He often wondered why he did it.

The answer was simple.

He was looking to the stars