Stand For the 989th (A story of the Clone War's last days.)

Coruscant

Coruscant. Minutes before
Vice Admiral Kendal Ozzel

Ozzel enjoyed his job. From the time of the Republic he had served in the Navy. Now, his ship was stationed at the Jedi Temple. There, he was searching for the remainder of any survivors. They had found one, a young Zabrak girl, probably about ten years old. Ozzel had enjoyed putting a blaster bolt through her horny little head. No others had been found. The Shock Troopers were now tasked with monitoring comms and looting the archives. Ozzel had happened to be checking in on his troops at the monitor when he received the transmission.

"Sir, we've got something," a red armored Imperial clone reported.

"Put it through, Boil," Ozzel responded, slightly intrigued. Boil began to patch through, but only static greeted him.

"That's odd," the Vice Admiral muttered. "What system is this transmission coming from?"

"Muunchak, sir. Used to be a Separatist world. Says here Jedi Master Shaak Ti was deployed there along with the 989th Clone Legion. Never contacted us about taking the world. Last transmission was sent by Mas Amedda and was received by some cadet. Identification number CT-4444," Boil responded.

"That's of no importance. Did he say if they succeeded in executing Order 66?" Ozzel asked.

"We got no response. Transmission broke up due to the thick atmosphere. Wait," the Shock Trooper said, " we're getting something. It's coming through."

"Trooper of the 989th. Who is this? Come in!" Ozzel demanded. Suddenly, the abstract holographic blob took shape, and, standing before the shocked Vice Admiral, was the Togruta Jedi Warrior in all of her powerful majesty.

"Hello? Who are you? Where are the Jedi? Why are you in the Temple!" she inquired furiously.

"Master...Master Ti! What a...lovely surprise! How was your campaign?" Ozzel stuttered.

"I'm calling to report that we have taken the world. May I speak to Master Yoda and the Council?" she more ordered than asked.

"They are unavailable at the moment. However, we here at the Empire are glad to hear of your success, and we will send a transport..."

"Empire? What sick trickery is this? Leave the Temple at once!"

"...to pick you up. Good day!" Ozzel said, then quickly shut off the transmission. Ti's shocked face faded away.
"Boil, please contact the Emperor on the emergency channel," he sighed nervously. Then, into his wrist comm, he called: "Sergeant Fox. Commander Cody. Please report to the communications room."

"Sir, we have a response," Boil reported.

"The Emperor?" Ozzel asked, beginning to tremble.

"Sir."

"Put him on." Boil flipped on the Hologram, revealing an older gentlemen with fine cheekbones and a distinctive uniform. Ozzel grew angered at the sight.

"Tarkin! What are you doing? Send me to the Emperor at once!"

"Excuse me, Kendal. Respect your higher authority figures, thank you very much. Now, what were you saying?" Tarkin smugly inquired.

"I need to speak to the Emperor. Now!" Ozzel told the newly appointed Moff in a somewhat demanding tone.

"Well, Vice Admiral," Tarkin spat, putting extra emphasis on the 'Vice' part, "I have to say, he is quiet busy. Could you leave a message? I'm sure I'll get it to him. Eventually."

"Wilhuff, you incompetent, ignorant fool!" Ozzel shouted, unable to contain his quickly evolving annoyance any longer. Tarkin only smiled. He truly hated that man.