Episode IV: Another Hope

Chapter I

Name: Antony Quer

Gender: Male

Rank: Sergeant

Serves Under: Alliance High Command

Location: Core Worlds; Corusa Sector; Coruscant Subsector; City Ruins

Mission: To Make Base on Coruscant Ruins

Commanding: 25 Troops

Remaining Troops: 25

Antony gripped his gun tightly in his hand, paining it slightly. He released the pressure, soothing his aching hand. He had been on Coruscant for the past week, searching through the ruins for anything dangerous about the planet, and if it was adequate to make a base upon. Antony's group of 25 soldiers neared the city, or what was left of it at least. After the Clone Wars, Coruscant became a war planet, eventually taken by the Empire. All the beautiful cities were left to whittle away to nigh, though. Only a small while ago had the Alliance Command seen fit to take it back for a base.

"We will need a search group, first, to see how the planet fares after the Clone Wars. It is not yet decided, but most of the Command votes toward Sergeant Antony Quer for the mission," Mon Mothma had explained during the meeting two weeks ago. It had taken most of the first week to prepare the troops, and Antony, until they finally made the short voyage.

"Sergeant, I see someone at the City Ruins," Jerl, one of the men standing beside Antony, said, pointing towards what remains of the city. It took Antony a second to respond, as he was lost in thought.

Antony peered through his macrobinoculars where Jerl was pointed. Sure enough, a figure with green body armor stood, surveying his surroundings. "Very well, we shall have a look towards it," Antony concluded. "You have a sharp eye."

"Thank you, Sir," But it wasn't Jerl's eye that had seen the man. It was the force, for he was trained at a young age to use it. He had disguised himself as a trooper for the mission. He had a bad feeling about it.

"Everyone, we are city-bound. Pack up, let's go," Antony raised his voice for the group to hear. They nodded.

It had taken them the rest of the day, but by sun-down they had reached the city. The man had made camp in a small, standing building.

"Don't fire until I give the signal," Antony whispered.

His gun raised, he slowly approached the building. It was made out of a Durasteel-Brozinium-Concrete mix for sturdy walls. The metal cried out in protest as he stepped on the stairs.

He's heard me, Antony thought, cursing to himself.

Opening the door, Antony said with a desperate tone, "Is anyone in there?""

A clear, an oddly light, sounding voice rang from the inside. "Yes."

"Who are you?" Antony dared to step inside.

"Are you with the Rebellion?" The man said, ignoring his last question.

"I, indeed, serve under the Alliance Command," Antony stated professionally.

"Good. I can pick up the other half of my bounty now."

The man jumped up and tackled Antony, startling him. His armor was a rich green, and the headpiece was connected to a jetpack on his back. A gun with a short and stout barrel, which oddly resembled a lightsaber, was in his hand. Antony jumped back when the man's finger coiled around the trigger, like a snake would it's prey.

The trigger was pulled back, releasing a bolt the length of a lightsaber blade. Antony ducked with inhuman speed, the bolt barely missing his cap. It , instead, flew right in and out of a soldier behind him. The corpse didn't hit the ground before Antony shot his gun at the