Star Wars Tales

Old SWR Chapter

This is old, it's from a fanfiction I started to write that began towards the end of Season 3 of Rebels and would go all the way through season 4 and after it. I discontinued it because of season 4 approaching at the time. I still think this is some pretty good fanfiction since I'm not a super huge writer. I always thought this chapter was kind of fun because of the characters I threw in, so hopefully you think so too! The original title of this chapter was "Politics"
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Meetings and debates were becoming quite a regular thing since Mon Mothma called together her side of the rebellion with the Ghost crew and their side. All the cels wanted to fight for the greater good, but there are always those that think too much of the rebellion, extremists, and those that think it's a lost cause.

Hera made her way down to the control center with Ezra. Hera took her spot towards the front of the display area. Ezra at her side. Around the display, Kanan, Zeb, Rex and many more were gathered and ready to join the arguments that were about to come down.

          "Since your last attack you have lost most of the fleet." A younger commander didn't hesitate to start it all off. "And you have a scheduled assault on Lothal."

           "We are rapidly rebuilding, Commander." Hera, being the center of attention, replied. "We have the resources. Time is what's precious. I understand the importance of meeting up, but half of them just waste time when we could be taking action."

          "Everyone originally from our base, including us, put hours and hours into overseeing fighter and weapon production." Kanan jumped in.

"The question is why there was such a loss." A woman, probably a senator, took her chance to say something. Many of the newly introduced rebels were gathered at Chopper Base for the very reason of major debating.

"There are always consequences with our actions." Hera said. "We can't always help that, which all of you should know." She slammed her hand on the piece of display table in front of her.

           "Do you expect us to know every move imperials make?" Ezra joined. "We can send in spies if that's what you want."

"That's even more dangerous."

"More dangerous than our Fulcrum who is Empire defective and still in the facilities?" Murmurs spread through the control room.

            "The point is we are losing. Not just our supplies and people, but the whole fight."

            "Now this is getting ridiculous." An admiral jumped in. He had come from the newly introduced rebels. "You politicians always want to pull back at our best chances! I don't know about the rest of you." the admiral raised his arms to address his crew. "But I agree with the rebels of Atollon."

"Thank you, Admiral Raddus." Hera addressed him so everyone would give both of them their attention. "We have this planned because we have an open chance." Thrawn rushed through her mind, but she wasn't going to mention him. "We have a Clone Wars veteran with us. He knows battle and plays a big part in our moves."

           "Yeah well so is Senator Organa and he's--" someone started.

           "And he's what? Helping us, right? I know we are all independent and have different ideas, but in the end we're all fighting for the same thing."

After some more pop ins and flare ups, they ended the meeting with Hera saying "We will not fail because of disagreement. We will stand tall." and hoping she'd never have to host a major debate meeting again.

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"I will keep an eye out, Lieutenant." Agent Kallus, also the time's rebel Fulcrum, was busy playing his game of imperial work. He'd just gotten notified of a possible attack by the rebels. This made him smirk.

          Once the lieutenant was out of the office, kallus laughed. It wasn't loud or quiet, but it was a good laugh. Where could this attack take place? The last one didn't end so well. Perhaps something major was going to happen.

          Kallus figured he didn't need to know. Things were hard enough with Tarkin, Pryce and Thrawn breathing down everyone's necks and though he knew an awful lot, he wasn't going to risk more than he had to.

          As he was finishing some reports, a light on his wristband device started to blink. Kallus tapped on it so it would stop lighting up and went into the corridor. On his way to a document room, he passed officers and troopers, but none phased him. Except for a very small number of troopers that rarely walked by and guarded doors. The conference room...

          Kallus eavesdropped as he passed. He walked slowly, but not too slowly as to bring suspicions about the personnel. Surely enough, the heads and a few highly ranked officers were having a discussion.

          "We've been able to make the final decision." This already sounded bad.

          "Grand Admiral," some officer was up for challenging. "How can we be certain if nothing we've sent out has been able to find a trace of the rebels?"

           "Because we are smarter than machines. Go and prepare the fleet, Generals. Inform them of our mission."

           Kallus, who had found a shadowy corner to duck in, even behind the guards, wasn't there anymore. He was running for his tiny, secret 'Authorized Personnel Only' office. Trouble was the only word fitting enough to describe the current and coming situation.

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