After a long and humiliating training, my “brother” Jedi and myself are ready for our first assignments. Our mission? To pilot and defend a re-purposed, Corellian-equivalent of a school bus, taking it and its Rebel contents from one secret encampment to another. The Rebellion is young and the Empire still spreading its tentacles — Order 66 is a very recent memory. My “brother” and I fear for our lives and for the lives of our Rebel brethren. Danger is everywhere but to sit idle is foolishness as well.
We set out from the encampment and head along the main road for a while before turning off. We keep driving, following this bumpy side road when suddenly, we spot a marching phalanx of clone soldiers at the top of a hill. My “brother” turns to me with fright in his eyes. “Floor it,” is all I can think to say. From inside the bus, the scene that unfolds looks like some kind of Looney Tunes moment: clone soldiers go flying every which way or get stuck to the windshield. Our Rebel crew is ducking down low as we are fired upon from all angles. The soldiers get thicker outside and before we know it, more and heavier equipment gathers. My “brothers” swerves violently to avoid being crushed by an AT-AT and our bus over-turns.
When we come to, we are bound in bracelets and being held at gunpoint in the bay of some Imperial ship. We are surveyed by their commander. “Rebel scum,” and all of that. The command is mid-tirade when someone else interrupts him — a Sith apprentice? I manage to work my lightsabre loose and posture myself in defense of my captive brethren. The Sith unleashes his as well and spar briefly. He is good and it is doubtful that I could defeat him with so many clone soldiers at his back. We tussle some more and I create enough of a diversion to flee into a network of hallways, tunnels, and ductwork to escape into an unknown darkness.