The TIE touched down on the remains of Tarkintown, burn marks were all that was left of this place. A group of people flooded around the TIE, weapons ready. I pushed the top open, poking my helmeted head out of the TIE Fighter and holding my hands up in a surrender. The group lowered their weapons, sighing in relief as they re-holstered their blasters. I quickly recognized the group... it was the Ghost Crew.
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SPECTRE-7: RESTORED
Fanfiction"You are a Rebel. No matter what anyone says." Celeste Greys is broken. She lost the only family she ever knew. Her best friends, her mentor and any connection she had to her Father- gone when she left the Ghost Crew. Even though it is said time he...
