Star Wars: Rebels of the Stars (COMPLETED/BEING EDITED)

Chapter 19: Agon Nine

"State your identification number and your business." A stormtrooper voice came over the intercom as the stolen sabre-class star destroyer entered orbit of Agon Nine.

I looked down at the planet below us, as Wen replied with one of the numbers of the storm troopers that we had taken this ship from.

"I am transporting a Jedi prisoner that was captured." He replied, looking at me.

"Begin descent." They said and Wen looked at Zart, getting fitted into the storm trooper suit that he had.

Anoles, Gor, Greenie, and Khau were staying on the Rainstorm a few planets over, incase we needed to get out of there.

Agon Nine was a dark brown planet, with hazardous, yellow acid clouds floating in the atmosphere. The atmosphere itself was seen, a rarity, as the light blue hue reflected the ships surrounding it.

"You ready Mira? Don't worry. Z and I will be right there. I have your lightsaber with a tracer, and will not let it be destroyed or anything. Remember the plan?"

I nodded. "Get in there. Stay hidden. Find Climber and Trace. Climber has an lithium ion tattoo on his head, and Trace a map tattoo. Send out the signal for you and to let all chaos break. Get out with them all."

"Here, let's put on these cuffs." Wen grabbed a pair of cuffs for me, and put them around my wrists, as well as the collar around my neck. "You sure you still want to do this?"

"They're my friends too. From back on Swoth. When your team helped us. I owe them."

He nodded. "Thank you." He smiled softly, as the tractor beam turned off, landing us on the landing pad. Wen and Zart quickly put on their helmets, and forced me out the door, making it look like I was unwilling.

Stormtroopers were everywhere. I counted at least fifteen before Wen shoved me in the back, forcing me to stumble and fall forward.

Zart held back the urge to help me up, and I got up by myself.

They took me to the main prisoner camp, with those of war criminals and traitors.

The commanders in charge shoved an orange and light grey jumpsuit into my arms, and shoved me into a room, making me change with the hand cuffs still on. Once I got the prison uniform on, with 368-7147 reading on it.

"Name?" The commander asked, holding an electronic pad, after having taken my picture.

"Mira."

"Last name?"

"I have none."

"Last name unknown. Charged for?"

"Being a Jedi."

"Put her in cell 1160053." He ordered the other troopers in the room other than Wen and Z. Then looked at me." You will work in the first work shift in the day with the rest of the Clone wars traitors and the Jedi. From 1 to 12 Galactic Standard Time. Do you understand?"

I nodded. "Yes."

"Come on Jedi." The troopers shoved my back, and forced me towards the cell block.

I could smell the foul sulfuric smell coming from the mines, and looked to see several prisoners working on the dark grey metal that the Empire harvested from the planet. Quadanium steel or alloy. I couldn't tell which was which. Quadanium was one of the strongest metals in the galaxy, and the Empire was harvesting it, but what for? They had plenty of ships.

I was soon shoved in the small cell, containing nothing but two beds, and a toilet. I heard the door slam and looked as the cuffs were taken off.

The collar I had restrained me from using the force, or was supposed to, if Wen hadn't broken it. Luckily, the Stormtroopers had no idea that the wires weren't tied together like they were supposed to be.

I sighed, and put my hands on the bars, looking out, and trying to see if there was anyone near me.

"Hey, you new here?" A voice said from the cell next to me. The voice was hoarse, the man obviously old.

"Yeah, who are you?" I asked.

"Name's Qoy Midki. I'm a Weequay. Who are you?" He asked.

"Mira. Don't know what I am. But I'm a jedi."

"A jedi huh? Not many of you left are there?"

"Nope. Not that I'm aware of. So what you in here for?"

He poked his grey hand out of his cell. "You wanna guess?"

"Piracy? Or smuggling?" I noticed the symbol on his hand.

"Ding ding ding. Give the lady a prize. Both. Helping the Empire, when a good friend of mine in the rebellion needed some help. Empire found out and threw me into here."

I chuckled. "Aren't you a ray of sunshine in here?"

"Been here for 4 years. Most don't last that long unless you are a hard worker, the Emperor favors you, or you live here."

"You mean there are some that have been here longer?"

"A few... Let's see... A jedi or two who can't use the force anymore, a pilot during the Clone Wars... A senator maybe... Two clones or was it three..."

I interrupted him. "The clones. What are their names?" I asked quickly.

"Don't know. They have our shift. First shift, but rarely talk to anyone."

"What do they look like? Any tattoos or anything?" I needed to know if it was them.

"Yeah, now that I think about it. Something sciencey and a treasure map or something. Why? You know them?"

"Old friends." I smiled softly, and sighed relieved that this mission could be successful.