Glee Anslem
Mid Rim
Grid Coordinates: J-7
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***Many years ago on the beaches of Anselom***
It was a mystical experience, sometimes life changing, the first time you see something so glorious as a sunrise in a sky that is crystal clear. Water trickled down the light blue skin of the adolescent Nautolan. His eyes had been fixated on the sunrise for such a long time he had forgotten the environment around him. In that moment everything was perfect, no one could disturb the kid who was venturing out of the water for the first time in his life. His parents had told him he wasn’t ready yet, that he would need to be a little older till they took him to the surface. But the world around him made the Nautolan beyond curious, to even think of the galaxy beyond was mind blowing. Yet, the kid trusted his instincts and followed his curiosity; the end result was stunning.
Sounds of sand be stomped through could lightly be heard behind the young boy, yet his focus remained true, not a care in the world. The waves rushed towards the bare feet of the boy as the sound suddenly ceased. Complete peace, the sound of the waves and the breeze flowing through.
“What’s your name?” a peculiar high-pitched voice piped in from behind the boy.
The blue Nautolan boy whipped his head around in shock that someone was behind him. Another boy stood behind him, although he looked nothing like the rest of his species underwater. He stood to meet the unfamiliar boy; they were about the same height.
“Targo, Targo Huus. What are you?” the blue Nautolan questioned back.
“Targo! I’m Koba!” the boy replied, following with an awkward embrace. “Can I sit with you?” Koba added.
With a nod from Targo the boys resumed their peaceful of the new day upcoming. In truth Targo was enjoying having the company, he never really wanted to be alone, yet somehow he always ended up that way. The other kids would point out his flaws, mainly his face markings, ostracizing the young boy a lot. He couldn’t control how he looked, its just how he was born. It just so happened he was born with a lighter shade of blue splotches on his face. War paint his father called it, but Targo always recognized that he was just trying to make him feel better about himself.
“Where are you from Targo?" Koba cut through the awkward silence yet again.
Instead of simply answer, Targo just pointed out to the sea, a simple yet honest answer.
“My father says only bad people live down there,” Koba said gauging his new friends reaction. “That’s why there aren’t many of us left,” he added.
Targo turned to the boy and gave him a confused look. He knew nothing of what the boy was referring. All he knew was that his kind tended to live within the sea and some special few liked to live up here on these beautiful islands, Targo wanted to be one of those few. This scene was too beautiful to stay hidden under water.
As soon as the sun was fully within the sky, Koba got up and dusted the sand off of his clothes. “Same time tomorrow Targo?” he questioned as he was about to leave.
Turning in confusion once more, Targo looked at the boy wondering what he wanted. “Okay,” he finally added.
Koba headed toward the surface of the island and Targo headed toward the ocean. The two would continue to meet every day at sunrise without fail. Even though they didn’t know it yet, they would soon become the closest of friends.
Genesis (Closed)
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Targo Huus
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Re: Genesis (Closed)
One Year Later
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***Walking through the tropical jungle back to the beach***
“Do you think they will mind we took their fruit?” a concerned Koba asked.
“No way. They had plenty, they wont these at all,” Targo replied calmly. The adventurous Nautolan had seen no wrong in stealing just a few pieces of fruit from the vendor.
The two had met up with each other in the early hours of the morning almost every day for the past year. Although different species and from different environment, the two had become the closest of friends. They shared with each other about life on their planet on two different spectrums. Targo had a comfortable life, a loving family, but had become distant from his fellow Nautolans around his age. Koba, an Anselmi, had a rougher go of it. The population of his people were dwindling, Anselmi were now hard to come by on the surface as more Nautolan’s ventured out of the sea.
Koba had found an escape within Targo as Targo had finally found a friend. Together the two dreamed of exploring the galaxy together, of piloting exquisite ships, seeing new worlds, meeting new people, and---
“Copy that. We have visual in sector E-5” a distinct voice rang out from behind them.
---and combating the bully that was the Empire, the military force that occupied Glee Anselm.
The two stopped in there tracks within the tropical forest to duck down and hide.
“It’s the bucket heads!” Koba quietly exclaimed.
Targo held a finger to his before signaling to crawl out towards the beach. The boys were small enough to stay hidden beneath the flora. With a teeth grip on the fruit, the two kids army crawled their way to the sand before making a run for it on the beach.
Giggling and carrying on, the boys reached the waves to enjoy their delicious fruit with the sunrise. A marvel they had seen so many times in the past year, only this time was different. An unfamiliar sight in the distance disrupted their usual morning routine. What was it? It was moving so it had to be alive.
The two wandered down the beach without a care in the galaxy till the got within view of her. She was like Targo, only a different shade. The boys watched in awe as the adult Nautolan progressed through movements. Whatever she was doing, the boys found both graceful and fascinating. It was as if she was slowly fighting the air, but at the same time it looked like a dance.
Targo found himself in a trance, that was until Koba so rudely interrupted, “What’s your name?”
The female stopped abruptly, just now noticing the boys. She moved closer and crouched down to their level, “Bera. And yours?”
“Im Koba! And that’s my best friend Targo!” he quickly replied.
“Koba and Targo, what has you both up this early?” she inquired.
“Sir! Over there on the beach!” the distinct voice rang out again from the clearing.
About three Stormtroopers rushed down through the beach towards the trio. They took their marks at the boys as they approached. Frightened both kids swiftly moved behind the older female, not wanting to find out what they wanted.
“Step aside! The boys are coming with us,” one of the troopers commanded.
Bera stepped to the side, allowing two of the troopers to grasp the boys by their arms. Taking advantage of the distraction, Bera quickly disarmed the lone trooper and delievered a swift kick under his helmet, knocking him back to the sand unconscious. The other two took noticed, attempting to aim down their sights. A futile effort as Bera was already in the process of disarming both. One or two seconds later and the pair of troopers were also on the ground unconscious.
Koba had his mouth wide open in awe; the boys would have surely been in trouble had she not been around.
“Now why would the Empire be looking for you two?” She finally questioned.
Targo reached into his pocket and revealed what was left of the fruit they stole in the early hours of the morning. Bera looked at the boys in disappointment, they should have been taught better.
“Stealing from your own people accomplishes nothing,” she said, picking up the blasters and strapping them together.
“You want what’s best for your family right?" She questioned yet again.
Both Targo and Koba nodded in agreement.
“Right. Then you steal from the raiders,” she said grasping at the helmet of one of the Stormtroopers. “If it is food you need, I will sell this armor today and provide for you tomorrow. But never steal from your own!” Bera finally declared.
The female Nautolan picked up as much as she carried and began to head back in towards the town. The usually quiet Targo felt the urge to run after her, taking a few steps in her direction.
“Teach us to fight like that!” Targo called out.
“You want to learn Teräs Käsi? It wont be easy or fun,” She said turning back around.
The boys nodded in excitement. In that moment they wanted nothing more than to learn from her.
She sighed and continued on towards the town, “I will see you tomorrow!”
The boys looked at each other in pure joy, excited about the prospect of being even remotely close to her ability.
They would go their own ways for the day and return in the morning to hopefully begin their journey.
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***Walking through the tropical jungle back to the beach***
“Do you think they will mind we took their fruit?” a concerned Koba asked.
“No way. They had plenty, they wont these at all,” Targo replied calmly. The adventurous Nautolan had seen no wrong in stealing just a few pieces of fruit from the vendor.
The two had met up with each other in the early hours of the morning almost every day for the past year. Although different species and from different environment, the two had become the closest of friends. They shared with each other about life on their planet on two different spectrums. Targo had a comfortable life, a loving family, but had become distant from his fellow Nautolans around his age. Koba, an Anselmi, had a rougher go of it. The population of his people were dwindling, Anselmi were now hard to come by on the surface as more Nautolan’s ventured out of the sea.
Koba had found an escape within Targo as Targo had finally found a friend. Together the two dreamed of exploring the galaxy together, of piloting exquisite ships, seeing new worlds, meeting new people, and---
“Copy that. We have visual in sector E-5” a distinct voice rang out from behind them.
---and combating the bully that was the Empire, the military force that occupied Glee Anselm.
The two stopped in there tracks within the tropical forest to duck down and hide.
“It’s the bucket heads!” Koba quietly exclaimed.
Targo held a finger to his before signaling to crawl out towards the beach. The boys were small enough to stay hidden beneath the flora. With a teeth grip on the fruit, the two kids army crawled their way to the sand before making a run for it on the beach.
Giggling and carrying on, the boys reached the waves to enjoy their delicious fruit with the sunrise. A marvel they had seen so many times in the past year, only this time was different. An unfamiliar sight in the distance disrupted their usual morning routine. What was it? It was moving so it had to be alive.
The two wandered down the beach without a care in the galaxy till the got within view of her. She was like Targo, only a different shade. The boys watched in awe as the adult Nautolan progressed through movements. Whatever she was doing, the boys found both graceful and fascinating. It was as if she was slowly fighting the air, but at the same time it looked like a dance.
Targo found himself in a trance, that was until Koba so rudely interrupted, “What’s your name?”
The female stopped abruptly, just now noticing the boys. She moved closer and crouched down to their level, “Bera. And yours?”
“Im Koba! And that’s my best friend Targo!” he quickly replied.
“Koba and Targo, what has you both up this early?” she inquired.
“Sir! Over there on the beach!” the distinct voice rang out again from the clearing.
About three Stormtroopers rushed down through the beach towards the trio. They took their marks at the boys as they approached. Frightened both kids swiftly moved behind the older female, not wanting to find out what they wanted.
“Step aside! The boys are coming with us,” one of the troopers commanded.
Bera stepped to the side, allowing two of the troopers to grasp the boys by their arms. Taking advantage of the distraction, Bera quickly disarmed the lone trooper and delievered a swift kick under his helmet, knocking him back to the sand unconscious. The other two took noticed, attempting to aim down their sights. A futile effort as Bera was already in the process of disarming both. One or two seconds later and the pair of troopers were also on the ground unconscious.
Koba had his mouth wide open in awe; the boys would have surely been in trouble had she not been around.
“Now why would the Empire be looking for you two?” She finally questioned.
Targo reached into his pocket and revealed what was left of the fruit they stole in the early hours of the morning. Bera looked at the boys in disappointment, they should have been taught better.
“Stealing from your own people accomplishes nothing,” she said, picking up the blasters and strapping them together.
“You want what’s best for your family right?" She questioned yet again.
Both Targo and Koba nodded in agreement.
“Right. Then you steal from the raiders,” she said grasping at the helmet of one of the Stormtroopers. “If it is food you need, I will sell this armor today and provide for you tomorrow. But never steal from your own!” Bera finally declared.
The female Nautolan picked up as much as she carried and began to head back in towards the town. The usually quiet Targo felt the urge to run after her, taking a few steps in her direction.
“Teach us to fight like that!” Targo called out.
“You want to learn Teräs Käsi? It wont be easy or fun,” She said turning back around.
The boys nodded in excitement. In that moment they wanted nothing more than to learn from her.
She sighed and continued on towards the town, “I will see you tomorrow!”
The boys looked at each other in pure joy, excited about the prospect of being even remotely close to her ability.
They would go their own ways for the day and return in the morning to hopefully begin their journey.
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Re: Genesis (Closed)
Several Years Later
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***Within the tropical jungle of Anselom***
Targo adjusted his sights on the long ranged blaster rifle ever so slightly, his eyes fixated firmly on the painted mark upon a tree about 500 yards out. His finger danced ever so slightly as he relaxed his posture. The rifle wasn’t the best to learn long range shooting, but he trained with what he was given. This specific model, Bera had given to the teenage boys a couple of months ago. Targo was already excelling with his marks while Koba was finding it more difficult with his lack of patience.
“Are you ever going to pull the trigger?” Koba asked annoyingly.
The young Targo let out a quick sigh before sending the crimson blast across the terrain. The blast connected with the tree, splintering out a hole within it. Targo jumped to his feet, dusting off the soil from his pants. He shoved the rifle towards Koba with a cocky look.
“Easy,” Koba said positioning himself on the ground as his friend had just done.
It only took Koba a few minutes to position and dial in his shot, sending the crimson blast yet again towards that hole in the tree. This time though, there was no splinter; instead the blast missed and just kept flying farther away from them until it finally connected with something in the distance.
“Give me that!” Targo said, snatching back the rifle.
Standing at such a tall height for his young age, Targo glanced down the scope of the rifle. He surveyed the environment in the distance before settling upon a disturbed group of Bucket Heads. Apparently the shot had put a halt to the patrol they were currently on.
“Bucket Heads,” he quietly called out to Koba.
Koba turned looking annoyed at the sheer odds of landing a shot near one of their patrols.
“That’s odd,” Targo commented. The scope was only picking up two of the Stormtroopers. Usually they patrolled in larger numbers.
“I only count –“
“Freeze! Weapons down, Hands up!” a Stormtrooper said as two of them flanked the boys from behind.
Two troopers came in blasters aimed directly at the boys before they could even realize it. Targo slowly dropped the rifle and placed his hands behind his head, Koba followed suit.
“Looks like rebel weaponry,” one of the troopers stated.
The boys knew nothing of any rebels; all they knew was that their mentor Bera opposed the Empire’s stranglehold on Glee Anselm. She taught the boys hand to hand combat in Teräs Käsi and made sure they knew how to operate weapons, mechanics, as well as computers just in case they would some day need to defend themselves. Maybe that day was today; even though they were young, the boys had developed a limited skillset that no other boys their age had.
The troopers moved forward recklessly to cuff the boys and bring them back to their superiors. Koba gave a quick glimpse to his pal, as the boys both acknowledged what had to be done to escape without being confined.
As soon as they got close enough, Targo and Koba swiftly disarmed the troopers and delivered a fury of strikes as well as kicks to knock them unconscious. The troopers hit the ground with an audible thump as the two boys took off in the direction of the beach with their rifle plus a little more added gear, courtesy of the bucket heads.
Moments later the rest of the patrol unit approached the now dazed troopers on the ground. Humiliated and furious the troopers found their footing and began to march back to their base.
“We know what they look like now, its only a matter of time before we find those troublemakers,” one commented.
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Back at the beach, the boys approached a meditating Bera as they huffed and puffed their way towards her. She got up after hearing shifting in the sand, slightly concerned as to why the boys were rushing towards her. She held out her hands as to ask what was the matter.
“The bucket heads found us, we had to get away,” Koba said gasping for air.
“Blasted. I told you boys to not cause any more unwanted trouble around here! They are already upping their patrols,” she yelled back.
“It was an accident. We had no choice but to fight, they thought we were something called ‘rebels’,” Targo snapped back.
Bera sighed, adding a little pace to her upset posture. “Okay. Okay. Head back to your homes, we will continue our training tomorrow,” she demanded.
An upset sigh came from Koba as he was disappointed they would not get to continue their training today. Instead, the young Anselmi marched his way down the beach, hoping to go around the patrolling units so that he could make it home.
Treading in the waves of the ocean, Targo had one more thought. “Bera? Whats a rebel?” he curiously asked.
“If the force is willing, you will never have to find out sweet child,” she answered back before taking her leave.
Targo began swimming towards his home, his mind racing at the unanswered questions. Not only did he know nothing of these rebels, but she also mentioned a strange subject of the ‘force’. Why was it willing? Who was the force? Targo had so many questions that needed to be answered.
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***Within the tropical jungle of Anselom***
Targo adjusted his sights on the long ranged blaster rifle ever so slightly, his eyes fixated firmly on the painted mark upon a tree about 500 yards out. His finger danced ever so slightly as he relaxed his posture. The rifle wasn’t the best to learn long range shooting, but he trained with what he was given. This specific model, Bera had given to the teenage boys a couple of months ago. Targo was already excelling with his marks while Koba was finding it more difficult with his lack of patience.
“Are you ever going to pull the trigger?” Koba asked annoyingly.
The young Targo let out a quick sigh before sending the crimson blast across the terrain. The blast connected with the tree, splintering out a hole within it. Targo jumped to his feet, dusting off the soil from his pants. He shoved the rifle towards Koba with a cocky look.
“Easy,” Koba said positioning himself on the ground as his friend had just done.
It only took Koba a few minutes to position and dial in his shot, sending the crimson blast yet again towards that hole in the tree. This time though, there was no splinter; instead the blast missed and just kept flying farther away from them until it finally connected with something in the distance.
“Give me that!” Targo said, snatching back the rifle.
Standing at such a tall height for his young age, Targo glanced down the scope of the rifle. He surveyed the environment in the distance before settling upon a disturbed group of Bucket Heads. Apparently the shot had put a halt to the patrol they were currently on.
“Bucket Heads,” he quietly called out to Koba.
Koba turned looking annoyed at the sheer odds of landing a shot near one of their patrols.
“That’s odd,” Targo commented. The scope was only picking up two of the Stormtroopers. Usually they patrolled in larger numbers.
“I only count –“
“Freeze! Weapons down, Hands up!” a Stormtrooper said as two of them flanked the boys from behind.
Two troopers came in blasters aimed directly at the boys before they could even realize it. Targo slowly dropped the rifle and placed his hands behind his head, Koba followed suit.
“Looks like rebel weaponry,” one of the troopers stated.
The boys knew nothing of any rebels; all they knew was that their mentor Bera opposed the Empire’s stranglehold on Glee Anselm. She taught the boys hand to hand combat in Teräs Käsi and made sure they knew how to operate weapons, mechanics, as well as computers just in case they would some day need to defend themselves. Maybe that day was today; even though they were young, the boys had developed a limited skillset that no other boys their age had.
The troopers moved forward recklessly to cuff the boys and bring them back to their superiors. Koba gave a quick glimpse to his pal, as the boys both acknowledged what had to be done to escape without being confined.
As soon as they got close enough, Targo and Koba swiftly disarmed the troopers and delivered a fury of strikes as well as kicks to knock them unconscious. The troopers hit the ground with an audible thump as the two boys took off in the direction of the beach with their rifle plus a little more added gear, courtesy of the bucket heads.
Moments later the rest of the patrol unit approached the now dazed troopers on the ground. Humiliated and furious the troopers found their footing and began to march back to their base.
“We know what they look like now, its only a matter of time before we find those troublemakers,” one commented.
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Back at the beach, the boys approached a meditating Bera as they huffed and puffed their way towards her. She got up after hearing shifting in the sand, slightly concerned as to why the boys were rushing towards her. She held out her hands as to ask what was the matter.
“The bucket heads found us, we had to get away,” Koba said gasping for air.
“Blasted. I told you boys to not cause any more unwanted trouble around here! They are already upping their patrols,” she yelled back.
“It was an accident. We had no choice but to fight, they thought we were something called ‘rebels’,” Targo snapped back.
Bera sighed, adding a little pace to her upset posture. “Okay. Okay. Head back to your homes, we will continue our training tomorrow,” she demanded.
An upset sigh came from Koba as he was disappointed they would not get to continue their training today. Instead, the young Anselmi marched his way down the beach, hoping to go around the patrolling units so that he could make it home.
Treading in the waves of the ocean, Targo had one more thought. “Bera? Whats a rebel?” he curiously asked.
“If the force is willing, you will never have to find out sweet child,” she answered back before taking her leave.
Targo began swimming towards his home, his mind racing at the unanswered questions. Not only did he know nothing of these rebels, but she also mentioned a strange subject of the ‘force’. Why was it willing? Who was the force? Targo had so many questions that needed to be answered.
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Targo Huus
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Re: Genesis (Closed)
The Next Day
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***Emerging from the sea***
Reaching the sandy beach, Targo quickly wiped the trickling water from his face. Taking a moment to survey his surroundings, his eyes quickly adjusted so that he could spot Bera in the distance. The teenage boy was ready for another morning of training like they had done so many days before. He rose early due to events of days passed, still wondering about these rebels and the force. Though, he trusted Bera and understood with more time, she would reveal everything to them.
As the Targo neared his mentor, he couldn’t help but feel something was off. Not only could he feel the stress radiating from her but it was also a strange feeling to be the first of the boys to arrive. Koba was always the eager one, rising much earlier than Targo to get in some one on one time with Bera.
“Where’s Koba?” he asked.
Approaching the female, Targo could see her staring off into the distance. Once he reached her, he turned to see the smoke bellowing up in the air. He could now feel the fear she was giving off, something was diffidently wrong.
“Go back to your family Targo. Our training will resume next week,” Bera demanded.
Not only was he concerned for Koba, but also the lack of training for a week would disappoint the boys. They had felt that they were so close to mastering the martial art, even though Bera insisted it would take years. They were adepts at Teräs Käsi, but with just a little more training they could master the techniques.
“Where is Koba?” Targo insisted another time.
Bera remained silent with a watchful eye on the smoke in the distance. Something was wrong with his best friend and Bera knew it. The boys had grown so close over the past several years; there was no way Targo was going back home if Koba was in trouble.
“Go Targo!” Bera shouted toward the boy, ushering him back into the water.
Targo felt his heart drop. He was scared, not of her but for what was happening to his friend. In a furry of emotions and impulsiveness, Targo zipped around Bera and began sprinting towards the smoke. They were a team, a tandem, and right now Koba needed him the most.
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Ash covered the rubble that Targo recognized as once being Koba’s home. It hadn’t been much to live in before, it was just Koba’s mother and sister who lived with him, that’s all they ever needed. But now, their whole world was reduced to a pile of trash. Targo had hoped no one had been in there when the building collapsed. On further investigation of the land, Targo concluded that the Empire had taken them off somewhere. There were signs of struggle within the ash and dirt of the front of the building. They likely would of taken them back to their base not too far outside the city of Anselom, it was only a few miles away. That was the best place for Targo to look.
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In a full sprint, Targo huffed and puffed through the jungle terrain. He was getting close, but he had lost that boot tracks of the troopers a while back. His mind had been racing on all the possibilities of what the tyrants could of done to the family. Not only did they burn down their house for simply delivering a much-needed beating to the troopers, but they also arrested the rest of the family. This kind of justice and order made no sense to the young man, it only fostered further hate to the outsiders.
Approaching the military camp, Targo hid behind the natural flora of the jungle. Scanning back and forth, he could see no sign of his friend or his family. He needed a much closer look. Creeping closer, Targo found himself in the camp trying to observe the guards.
“—We are processing them now sir, they boy will depart for the labor camp soon enough,” a trooper exclaimed.
“Good. We cannot allow the rebels to be recruiting so young,” remarked a different type of trooper. This one didn’t wear bucket armor, but rather a clean black outfit they signaled his high rank.
“Yes Captain!” the trooper saluted and the two departed for different buildings.
Targo eyed the captain as he entered a smaller building; he knew that the so-called captain would know where to find his friend. The teenager would have to wait for the right moment to approach the building, as pairs of troopers patrolled the area frequently.
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Over a short amount time, Targo had clocked how long it took the guards to make their rounds. The Captain had also no left the building since he had went in. Waiting for the exact right moment, Targo launched into position, edging slowly to the building. It was a rather simple task for the small Nautolan in such a small camp.
Approaching the door, Targo quickly let himself in to realize that the Captain was nowhere in sight. Within the room, a desk as well as a back door. Targo cursed himself for not being more vigilant. Although, the situation could still be salvaged as he noticed the screen among the contents of the desk. He would have to act quickly before someone was to return.
Searching through the drawers first, Targo noticed a small pistol that might come in handy. He then settled upon the screen, typing away to see if he could find any information leading him to his friend.
“Hello?” a battered voice called out from behind him.
Targo turned quickly with the pistol to meet the voice behind him. He could see there was something on the other side of the wall. The boy moved to face whatever it was. Coming to his feet was Koba, bruised and beaten, chained to the secluded section of the room. Targo quickly embraced the boy as he grimaced in pain.
“What happened?” he questioned.
“They think we are Rebels Targo. They slaughtered my family in front of me. They wanted me to know what happens to Rebels like us,” Koba finally spoke up.
“You need to get back to your family Targo… Before its too late,” he added.
Targo was left speechless. He felt for Koba’s family, for being judged and tried so quickly for a crime they had not even committed. His anger swelled for the Empire and their tyranny. He didn’t know who these Rebels were, but if they were such a feared enemy of the Bucket Heads, Targo surely would want to join them sooner rather than later.
Woosh
Cutting off his train of thought, the back door opened revealing the Captain he had observed before. Targo flipped the pistol to aim directly at the man standing before him.
“Ah… You must be the other boy, Targo is it? Your Rebel friend’s family was quite easy to find. We had a tougher time locating your family underwater, it posed a bit of a bump within the road,” the Captain spoke confidently as he knew the boy wouldn’t pull the trigger.
“Where is my family!?” Targo angrily demanded an answer.
“Now now, you big eyed Nautolans know we don’t tolerate any sort of Rebel activity around here. You must understand I had to make a point to the rest of your community,” he answered back.
A tear rolled down the face of Targo as he could only assume what had become of them after seeing what became of Koba’s family.
“If you cut off the head of the serpent, the body will die. Therefore, there will be no more of this rebellion on Glee Anselm,” the Captain added.
“You monster,” Koba added.
The Captain moved to no doubt give the other boy a further beating, but Targo had other plans in mind as he raised the pistol to his head. Recognizing the threat, the Captain backed down and sat comfortably within his desk chair.
“Come now boys. There is still time to realize your mistake and join the Empire! We have plenty of sanitation positions open here on Glee Anselm,” the human male said with a chuckle.
“Or you can just go to the labor camp. Its really your choice,” he added.
Targo felt the anger boil up the point of no return. How could this man care nothing for what he had just done? He had taken away Targo’s entire life in one morning and he dared to laugh in his face. People like the Captain didn’t deserve to walk on this beautiful world; he was a menace to their society, Targo would be doing the galaxy a favor if he pulled the trigger.
His finger twitched on the trigger as the Captain took notice, “You wont do it boy, and you might as well put the blasted gun down and surrender.”
“You are just a weak and pathetic little --- AHH!“
Suddenly a crimson blast came screeching out of the pistol towards the Captains arm. He quickly doubled over and collapsed on the ground in pain, Koba looked in shock just as much as Targo was.
“Hurry! The guards no doubt heard that,” Koba declared signaling to unlock him from his personal prison.
Targo snapped himself out of it, grabbing the key card of the Captain to open the cell doors. Koba came limping out as Targo offered him a body to lean on. The two quickly moved around the Captain toward the front door to leave this forsaken place.
Woosh
The door opened for the boys, revealing multiple Stormtroopers aiming down their sights right at the door. There was no doubt they knew what had happened in that room, it was unlikely the boys would be escaping this time. Koba looked to Targo acknowledging that this would probably be the end.
They closed their eyes and hoped for the best.
“There, another Rebel!” a trooper called out.
The boys opened their eyes to reveal Bera swooping in to divert their fire. She quickly disarmed and eliminated one of the guards, using his body as a shield for the fire from the other troopers.
“Run boys! Run!” she yelled out.
Targo took Koba and quickly fled the situation into the jungle. They stopped just outside the perimeter of the camp to look back to see if she would make it out. Bodies of Stormtroopers lined the ground as she was still fending off multiple; they just kept coming from out of nowhere. It didn’t take long for one to wise up and take up position behind her, blasting her square in the back. She doubled down as she turned to blast the one who shot her. The troopers approached quickly as she tried to crawl away.
In the distance, Targo could see that same Captain emerging from his office, grasping at his left arm. He pushed through the circle of the troopers before taking one of their blasters. Targo and Koba could no longer see Bera as they surrounded her, but a loud blast rang out to signal the end for their beloved mentor.
“Find those boys!” the Captain angrily called out.
The two boys went fleeing into the jungle. They knew were to go, it had all been planned out by Bera before. She had told them if she stopped showing up in the morning, they should head to her hideout deep within the jungle. It was a bunker, not particularly visible to most, but Targo knew where to look. They would hide out there till they could figure out what to do next, there was plenty of food and equipment to last them for years.
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***Emerging from the sea***
Reaching the sandy beach, Targo quickly wiped the trickling water from his face. Taking a moment to survey his surroundings, his eyes quickly adjusted so that he could spot Bera in the distance. The teenage boy was ready for another morning of training like they had done so many days before. He rose early due to events of days passed, still wondering about these rebels and the force. Though, he trusted Bera and understood with more time, she would reveal everything to them.
As the Targo neared his mentor, he couldn’t help but feel something was off. Not only could he feel the stress radiating from her but it was also a strange feeling to be the first of the boys to arrive. Koba was always the eager one, rising much earlier than Targo to get in some one on one time with Bera.
“Where’s Koba?” he asked.
Approaching the female, Targo could see her staring off into the distance. Once he reached her, he turned to see the smoke bellowing up in the air. He could now feel the fear she was giving off, something was diffidently wrong.
“Go back to your family Targo. Our training will resume next week,” Bera demanded.
Not only was he concerned for Koba, but also the lack of training for a week would disappoint the boys. They had felt that they were so close to mastering the martial art, even though Bera insisted it would take years. They were adepts at Teräs Käsi, but with just a little more training they could master the techniques.
“Where is Koba?” Targo insisted another time.
Bera remained silent with a watchful eye on the smoke in the distance. Something was wrong with his best friend and Bera knew it. The boys had grown so close over the past several years; there was no way Targo was going back home if Koba was in trouble.
“Go Targo!” Bera shouted toward the boy, ushering him back into the water.
Targo felt his heart drop. He was scared, not of her but for what was happening to his friend. In a furry of emotions and impulsiveness, Targo zipped around Bera and began sprinting towards the smoke. They were a team, a tandem, and right now Koba needed him the most.
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Ash covered the rubble that Targo recognized as once being Koba’s home. It hadn’t been much to live in before, it was just Koba’s mother and sister who lived with him, that’s all they ever needed. But now, their whole world was reduced to a pile of trash. Targo had hoped no one had been in there when the building collapsed. On further investigation of the land, Targo concluded that the Empire had taken them off somewhere. There were signs of struggle within the ash and dirt of the front of the building. They likely would of taken them back to their base not too far outside the city of Anselom, it was only a few miles away. That was the best place for Targo to look.
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In a full sprint, Targo huffed and puffed through the jungle terrain. He was getting close, but he had lost that boot tracks of the troopers a while back. His mind had been racing on all the possibilities of what the tyrants could of done to the family. Not only did they burn down their house for simply delivering a much-needed beating to the troopers, but they also arrested the rest of the family. This kind of justice and order made no sense to the young man, it only fostered further hate to the outsiders.
Approaching the military camp, Targo hid behind the natural flora of the jungle. Scanning back and forth, he could see no sign of his friend or his family. He needed a much closer look. Creeping closer, Targo found himself in the camp trying to observe the guards.
“—We are processing them now sir, they boy will depart for the labor camp soon enough,” a trooper exclaimed.
“Good. We cannot allow the rebels to be recruiting so young,” remarked a different type of trooper. This one didn’t wear bucket armor, but rather a clean black outfit they signaled his high rank.
“Yes Captain!” the trooper saluted and the two departed for different buildings.
Targo eyed the captain as he entered a smaller building; he knew that the so-called captain would know where to find his friend. The teenager would have to wait for the right moment to approach the building, as pairs of troopers patrolled the area frequently.
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Over a short amount time, Targo had clocked how long it took the guards to make their rounds. The Captain had also no left the building since he had went in. Waiting for the exact right moment, Targo launched into position, edging slowly to the building. It was a rather simple task for the small Nautolan in such a small camp.
Approaching the door, Targo quickly let himself in to realize that the Captain was nowhere in sight. Within the room, a desk as well as a back door. Targo cursed himself for not being more vigilant. Although, the situation could still be salvaged as he noticed the screen among the contents of the desk. He would have to act quickly before someone was to return.
Searching through the drawers first, Targo noticed a small pistol that might come in handy. He then settled upon the screen, typing away to see if he could find any information leading him to his friend.
“Hello?” a battered voice called out from behind him.
Targo turned quickly with the pistol to meet the voice behind him. He could see there was something on the other side of the wall. The boy moved to face whatever it was. Coming to his feet was Koba, bruised and beaten, chained to the secluded section of the room. Targo quickly embraced the boy as he grimaced in pain.
“What happened?” he questioned.
“They think we are Rebels Targo. They slaughtered my family in front of me. They wanted me to know what happens to Rebels like us,” Koba finally spoke up.
“You need to get back to your family Targo… Before its too late,” he added.
Targo was left speechless. He felt for Koba’s family, for being judged and tried so quickly for a crime they had not even committed. His anger swelled for the Empire and their tyranny. He didn’t know who these Rebels were, but if they were such a feared enemy of the Bucket Heads, Targo surely would want to join them sooner rather than later.
Woosh
Cutting off his train of thought, the back door opened revealing the Captain he had observed before. Targo flipped the pistol to aim directly at the man standing before him.
“Ah… You must be the other boy, Targo is it? Your Rebel friend’s family was quite easy to find. We had a tougher time locating your family underwater, it posed a bit of a bump within the road,” the Captain spoke confidently as he knew the boy wouldn’t pull the trigger.
“Where is my family!?” Targo angrily demanded an answer.
“Now now, you big eyed Nautolans know we don’t tolerate any sort of Rebel activity around here. You must understand I had to make a point to the rest of your community,” he answered back.
A tear rolled down the face of Targo as he could only assume what had become of them after seeing what became of Koba’s family.
“If you cut off the head of the serpent, the body will die. Therefore, there will be no more of this rebellion on Glee Anselm,” the Captain added.
“You monster,” Koba added.
The Captain moved to no doubt give the other boy a further beating, but Targo had other plans in mind as he raised the pistol to his head. Recognizing the threat, the Captain backed down and sat comfortably within his desk chair.
“Come now boys. There is still time to realize your mistake and join the Empire! We have plenty of sanitation positions open here on Glee Anselm,” the human male said with a chuckle.
“Or you can just go to the labor camp. Its really your choice,” he added.
Targo felt the anger boil up the point of no return. How could this man care nothing for what he had just done? He had taken away Targo’s entire life in one morning and he dared to laugh in his face. People like the Captain didn’t deserve to walk on this beautiful world; he was a menace to their society, Targo would be doing the galaxy a favor if he pulled the trigger.
His finger twitched on the trigger as the Captain took notice, “You wont do it boy, and you might as well put the blasted gun down and surrender.”
“You are just a weak and pathetic little --- AHH!“
Suddenly a crimson blast came screeching out of the pistol towards the Captains arm. He quickly doubled over and collapsed on the ground in pain, Koba looked in shock just as much as Targo was.
“Hurry! The guards no doubt heard that,” Koba declared signaling to unlock him from his personal prison.
Targo snapped himself out of it, grabbing the key card of the Captain to open the cell doors. Koba came limping out as Targo offered him a body to lean on. The two quickly moved around the Captain toward the front door to leave this forsaken place.
Woosh
The door opened for the boys, revealing multiple Stormtroopers aiming down their sights right at the door. There was no doubt they knew what had happened in that room, it was unlikely the boys would be escaping this time. Koba looked to Targo acknowledging that this would probably be the end.
They closed their eyes and hoped for the best.
“There, another Rebel!” a trooper called out.
The boys opened their eyes to reveal Bera swooping in to divert their fire. She quickly disarmed and eliminated one of the guards, using his body as a shield for the fire from the other troopers.
“Run boys! Run!” she yelled out.
Targo took Koba and quickly fled the situation into the jungle. They stopped just outside the perimeter of the camp to look back to see if she would make it out. Bodies of Stormtroopers lined the ground as she was still fending off multiple; they just kept coming from out of nowhere. It didn’t take long for one to wise up and take up position behind her, blasting her square in the back. She doubled down as she turned to blast the one who shot her. The troopers approached quickly as she tried to crawl away.
In the distance, Targo could see that same Captain emerging from his office, grasping at his left arm. He pushed through the circle of the troopers before taking one of their blasters. Targo and Koba could no longer see Bera as they surrounded her, but a loud blast rang out to signal the end for their beloved mentor.
“Find those boys!” the Captain angrily called out.
The two boys went fleeing into the jungle. They knew were to go, it had all been planned out by Bera before. She had told them if she stopped showing up in the morning, they should head to her hideout deep within the jungle. It was a bunker, not particularly visible to most, but Targo knew where to look. They would hide out there till they could figure out what to do next, there was plenty of food and equipment to last them for years.
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Re: Genesis (Closed)
Several Months Later
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***Within the hideout bunker***
Fluorescent lights illuminated the room as the two teenage boys hunched over a large metal table in the center of the room. Targo tapped on the controls of the table as a large holographic layout sprung to life. The two eyed it, as if it was a piece of art that they had created themselves. In truth, it took months to get to this point. Months of observing to piece together the layout of the camp, the timing of patrols, the mannerisms of the tyrant Captain Gatts all led to this point. The past few weeks they had sabotaged supply drops, put an end to local patrols, and stole weapons. They nodded in agreement of their plan they had worked so long at and gathered their equipment. The Empire knew they were coming; they were already dazed, now it was time to knock them out for good from the city of Anselom.
Koba polished off his favored carbine while Targo holstered a set of pistols and strapped a long ranged rifle around his back. Targo would hold position back in the jungle while he covered Koba who would burn the camp to the ground, strategically placing charges throughout. It was a risky maneuver but the two had been in and out of the camp many times over the past few months without being seen; they were confident.
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“Im in position,” Targo called out through their personal comm.
It was the dead of night and Targo eyed his companion through the night vision scope of his rifle. He watched as the smaller Koba stalked through the camp, placing charge after charge on each of the buildings. Peering sideways, Targo checked to make sure the detonator hadn’t gone far, it was the most important piece of the puzzle. If the charges didn’t go off, all of this work from the last month, their revenge would be for nothing.
A mental checklist rolled through his head. That was a dozen, a dozen charges placed so far. Only two more were left, one of the back exit and the front entrance of the Captains quarters. Koba quickly placed one on the back before moving to the most vulnerable point in the front. Targo observed the surroundings, noting that it was oddly still and quiet around the camp tonight.
His scope followed Koba to the front, as he was just about to place the charge on the front door. Reaching for the door, it flung open revealing Captain Gatts with a blaster of his own already aimed directly at Koba. Flood lights flicked on and armed Stormtroopers marched out from the buildings. Vehicles could be heard powering up around the camp in effort to find the other boy. This was way more than they had ever counted, they must have called upon reinforcements from the Empire.
Targo watched as Captain Gatts swatted the carbine out of Koba’s hand and forced him back from his quarters. The troopers surrounded him with blasters as Captain Gatts continued to look around the camp.
“Targo Huus! We have your rebel friend! Give yourself up and you both will live!” Gatts called out into the dark jungle.
The Captain gave the boys a few moments before pistol-whipping the young Koba.
“You have ten seconds boy!” he added.
Targo anxiously moved through scenarios in his head, there was no way they were both making it out without going to a labor camp for the rest of their lives. But if he didn’t help his best friend, he would surely lose him forever. Anger swelled for Gatts and this impossible situation, yet he remained cool under pressure. Targo called the Captains bluff and kept his sights firm on his companion.
It was then Targo noticed such a heart sinking sight, his best friend in the whole galaxy motioned to him with the small charge in his hand. Surely he didn’t want him to shoot it, such a small target at that distance would be impossible. But maybe, he had given in. Maybe he wanted him to detonate the place, to finish out the plan; but at what cost. Surely Koba wasn’t ready to give up yet. Even though they both had nothing, there had to be something more then revenge. Or maybe to Koba, that was his last act in this life.
Targo shook his head in disbelief; he couldn’t do it. No matter how dire the situation was, they always managed to get out; he would get Koba out of this. But before he knew it, the Captain had pushed Koba on his knees and aimed the pistol directly at his head.
“Very well then boy! His fate is sealed!” Captain Gatts declared.
“This is for my family you filthy—“ Koba couldn’t finish the sentence before a crimson blast was sent directly between his eyes. His body collapsed on the ground as the charge rolled near the Captain.
“NO!” Targo called out from the jungle.
“He reveals himself,” Gatts said with a chuckle. “Don’t bring him back to me alive!” he commanded the troopers.
Suddenly the anger began to boil over as he watched his friend lay lifeless on the ground. Stormtroopers grew near and Targo had only one way out. He grabbed the detonator and stood in plain view of the Captain, yards away at the camp. Gatts noticed him as he began to point, but before the troopers could react, a finger smashed down the trigger and the whole camp went up in an explosive flame.
Targo turned to grab his pack behind him, leaving the rifle sitting in the jungle. The pack had enough food and credits from the bunker to last the boys a little while, as they hoped to escape the planet after this plan. They had an exit strategy off this planet, even purchasing passage through a cargo ship to any other planet but this one. They had no one left here and planned to live their life searching for this rebellion. He hadn’t fully wrapped his head around the fact that his only friends in this galaxy were gone. What would he do now that the plan only involved him?
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In the starport of the city, Targo approached the man they had bargained with before. He hastily handed him the credits while keeping an eye out for any troopers.
“Boy, looks like you got into something. Where is your friend?” the pilot asked.
“He’s not coming,” Targo replied back as his mood dropped further.
The teenager hopped into the passenger seat of the small cargo ship carrying a bit of spice. Targo didn’t care were they were going, that’s how the deal worked. Whenever they wanted to leave, they left if the pilot was there; no questions asked.
Soon after settling in, the pilot gave the go ahead and the two took off into the atmosphere. The sun was rising and the man noticed smoke bellowing out in the distance.
“I don’t suppose you had anything to do with that?” he asked.
Targo kept to himself in that moment; doing everything he could to fight back tears. This was his home, it was where he was born but there was nothing left for him here. The Empire had taken everything from him, his family, mentor, and only friend. Targo promised himself that one day he would return to his home, but not for a simple visit. No… He would liberate his people from these tyrants, he would fight the rest of his life if he had to, but one day they would be free of the Empire on Glee Anslem.
But first, he would have to survive long enough to find these so called Rebels. Maybe they would feel the same about the Empire.
“Where are we going?” Targo asked the pilot to break the silence.
“Coruscant,” he simply replied.
Coruscant it is then.
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***Within the hideout bunker***
Fluorescent lights illuminated the room as the two teenage boys hunched over a large metal table in the center of the room. Targo tapped on the controls of the table as a large holographic layout sprung to life. The two eyed it, as if it was a piece of art that they had created themselves. In truth, it took months to get to this point. Months of observing to piece together the layout of the camp, the timing of patrols, the mannerisms of the tyrant Captain Gatts all led to this point. The past few weeks they had sabotaged supply drops, put an end to local patrols, and stole weapons. They nodded in agreement of their plan they had worked so long at and gathered their equipment. The Empire knew they were coming; they were already dazed, now it was time to knock them out for good from the city of Anselom.
Koba polished off his favored carbine while Targo holstered a set of pistols and strapped a long ranged rifle around his back. Targo would hold position back in the jungle while he covered Koba who would burn the camp to the ground, strategically placing charges throughout. It was a risky maneuver but the two had been in and out of the camp many times over the past few months without being seen; they were confident.
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“Im in position,” Targo called out through their personal comm.
It was the dead of night and Targo eyed his companion through the night vision scope of his rifle. He watched as the smaller Koba stalked through the camp, placing charge after charge on each of the buildings. Peering sideways, Targo checked to make sure the detonator hadn’t gone far, it was the most important piece of the puzzle. If the charges didn’t go off, all of this work from the last month, their revenge would be for nothing.
A mental checklist rolled through his head. That was a dozen, a dozen charges placed so far. Only two more were left, one of the back exit and the front entrance of the Captains quarters. Koba quickly placed one on the back before moving to the most vulnerable point in the front. Targo observed the surroundings, noting that it was oddly still and quiet around the camp tonight.
His scope followed Koba to the front, as he was just about to place the charge on the front door. Reaching for the door, it flung open revealing Captain Gatts with a blaster of his own already aimed directly at Koba. Flood lights flicked on and armed Stormtroopers marched out from the buildings. Vehicles could be heard powering up around the camp in effort to find the other boy. This was way more than they had ever counted, they must have called upon reinforcements from the Empire.
Targo watched as Captain Gatts swatted the carbine out of Koba’s hand and forced him back from his quarters. The troopers surrounded him with blasters as Captain Gatts continued to look around the camp.
“Targo Huus! We have your rebel friend! Give yourself up and you both will live!” Gatts called out into the dark jungle.
The Captain gave the boys a few moments before pistol-whipping the young Koba.
“You have ten seconds boy!” he added.
Targo anxiously moved through scenarios in his head, there was no way they were both making it out without going to a labor camp for the rest of their lives. But if he didn’t help his best friend, he would surely lose him forever. Anger swelled for Gatts and this impossible situation, yet he remained cool under pressure. Targo called the Captains bluff and kept his sights firm on his companion.
It was then Targo noticed such a heart sinking sight, his best friend in the whole galaxy motioned to him with the small charge in his hand. Surely he didn’t want him to shoot it, such a small target at that distance would be impossible. But maybe, he had given in. Maybe he wanted him to detonate the place, to finish out the plan; but at what cost. Surely Koba wasn’t ready to give up yet. Even though they both had nothing, there had to be something more then revenge. Or maybe to Koba, that was his last act in this life.
Targo shook his head in disbelief; he couldn’t do it. No matter how dire the situation was, they always managed to get out; he would get Koba out of this. But before he knew it, the Captain had pushed Koba on his knees and aimed the pistol directly at his head.
“Very well then boy! His fate is sealed!” Captain Gatts declared.
“This is for my family you filthy—“ Koba couldn’t finish the sentence before a crimson blast was sent directly between his eyes. His body collapsed on the ground as the charge rolled near the Captain.
“NO!” Targo called out from the jungle.
“He reveals himself,” Gatts said with a chuckle. “Don’t bring him back to me alive!” he commanded the troopers.
Suddenly the anger began to boil over as he watched his friend lay lifeless on the ground. Stormtroopers grew near and Targo had only one way out. He grabbed the detonator and stood in plain view of the Captain, yards away at the camp. Gatts noticed him as he began to point, but before the troopers could react, a finger smashed down the trigger and the whole camp went up in an explosive flame.
Targo turned to grab his pack behind him, leaving the rifle sitting in the jungle. The pack had enough food and credits from the bunker to last the boys a little while, as they hoped to escape the planet after this plan. They had an exit strategy off this planet, even purchasing passage through a cargo ship to any other planet but this one. They had no one left here and planned to live their life searching for this rebellion. He hadn’t fully wrapped his head around the fact that his only friends in this galaxy were gone. What would he do now that the plan only involved him?
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In the starport of the city, Targo approached the man they had bargained with before. He hastily handed him the credits while keeping an eye out for any troopers.
“Boy, looks like you got into something. Where is your friend?” the pilot asked.
“He’s not coming,” Targo replied back as his mood dropped further.
The teenager hopped into the passenger seat of the small cargo ship carrying a bit of spice. Targo didn’t care were they were going, that’s how the deal worked. Whenever they wanted to leave, they left if the pilot was there; no questions asked.
Soon after settling in, the pilot gave the go ahead and the two took off into the atmosphere. The sun was rising and the man noticed smoke bellowing out in the distance.
“I don’t suppose you had anything to do with that?” he asked.
Targo kept to himself in that moment; doing everything he could to fight back tears. This was his home, it was where he was born but there was nothing left for him here. The Empire had taken everything from him, his family, mentor, and only friend. Targo promised himself that one day he would return to his home, but not for a simple visit. No… He would liberate his people from these tyrants, he would fight the rest of his life if he had to, but one day they would be free of the Empire on Glee Anslem.
But first, he would have to survive long enough to find these so called Rebels. Maybe they would feel the same about the Empire.
“Where are we going?” Targo asked the pilot to break the silence.
“Coruscant,” he simply replied.
Coruscant it is then.