On Lothal, an Imperial Star Destroyer approached the Imperial Complex, a small shuttle exited from the hangar bay with a TIE escort and flew towards the dome-shaped building. Inside the large hangar of the complex, a series of troops from pilots to Stormtroopers were lined up in rows as a form of respect to the coming official. Minister Tua, Naomi, Agent Kallus, and the Inquisitor all stood in front of the now grounded shuttle. The landing ramp opened to reveal an aged Imperial officer with multiple blue, red, and yellow badges on his uniform. He was guarded by two heavily-armed Stormtroopers.
"Ah, Grand Moff Tarkin. I am honored by your visit to Lothal." the Minister greeted with a formal bow and open arms.
"My visit is hardly an honor, Minister." the high-ranking Imperial replied, walking past the woman.
"I admit I was surprised to learn you were coming."
"And I, too, have been surprised by what's been happening on your little backwater world." Tarkin chided with a strict voice.
Minister Tua chuckled anxiously, "If you are referring to the insurgents, I–"
Tarkin wasn't interested in reasons or excuses. "In the absence of Governor Pryce, you have had a single, simple objective, Minister. To protect the Empire's industrial interests here. Interests which are vital to our expansion throughout the Outer Rim. But instead of protecting those interests, you have allowed a cell of insurgents to flourish right under your nose. Am I correct?"
The Minister had nothing to say, simply clearing her throat and looking away. The Grand Moff then turned to the two ISB agents.
"And, Agent Kallus, have you just stood idly by while this rabble have attacked our men, destroyed our property and disrupted our trade?" he questioned.
Kallus was not as easily intimidated as the Minister. "I have exhausted every resource to capture them, sir."
"Clearly not, or else they'd all be custody right now. And young Operative Naberrie, you were chosen over a few hundred graduates as a trial student for the ISB's Graduate Mentorship Program. Yet, despite that honour you have failed to arrest these rebels despite having multiple engagements with them."
"Sir, this group has proven quite elusive and has proven to be well-equipped. We have multiple confirmed reports that this group is led by Jedi."
Tarkin rolled his eyes in response. "Ah, yes. Let us not forget the sudden appearance of a Jedi, as if leaping from the pages of ancient history. A shame we don't have someone who specializes in dealing with them, otherwise our problem might be solved." he turned to the Inquisitor, who glared angrily in response. "Operative, have you ever met a Jedi before coming to Lothal?"
"No. I–"
"I actually knew the Jedi... not from the pages of folklore or children's tales, but as flesh and blood. And do you know what happened to them?"
"They were said to have been wiped out during Operation Knightfall."
"Correct. They died. Every last one of them. So you see, this criminal cannot be what he claims to be, and I shall prove it."
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In the grassy fields of Lothal, multiple Imperial speeders and a transport chased after the rebels. The three jedi and Sabine were running from the Imperials who were led by Aresko and Grint. Aurelian brought out his laspistol and opened fire at one of the bike troopers, the laser cut a deep wound into his chest and it killed him instantly.
"Aren't we headed the wrong way?" Ezra asked.
"Don't want to lead 'em back to the ship. Follow me." Kanan replied, picking up speed to lead the group.
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Star Wars: The Lord in Exile
FanfictionA long time ago, in a galaxy far far away... It is an era of oppression in the galaxy. For years, the evil Galactic Empire has conquered and subjugated countless peaceful worlds but as their tyranny spreads across the galaxy, brave men and women ris...