General Crix Madine sighed sitting on board the newly captured Imperial class Star Destroyer Hammer of Justice he decided the name fit rather well and kept it. The campaign on Corellia had been a major success with a handful of fighters lost and one Cruiser damaged enough to require maintenance. The shipyard had seven ships in construction, four victory class Star Destroyers and the three Imperial class. With the Mon Calamari ships they assault on Coruscant would go perfectly they would ruin the E-day parade and show the galaxy they were more than just rebels.

Crix finished his list and added few extra names as addition assets he could sneak in to reinforce the team. However he smiled when he saw something he'd always wanted to see. A few dozen recently rescued clone troopers jogged up to him. "General, Commander Vale is waiting for you on the bridge. We'll escort you." With that the clones now painted blue and red the colors of the Alliance walked the man towards the bridge.

Vale Aath was sending a Holo message from the bridge terminal while he waited, this message was to all of the people Crix had put under his command. "Hello to all of you, I'm Vale Aath. I'll be leading the mission on Coruscant." He stood in his Mandalorian armor Jedi robes over it hood down and helmet off so they could see the band around his eyes and know what he was. "I'm sure your all wondering about me, I'm a Jedi Knight. My job is to help you all save the planet, however because I'm rather unique most missions I'll be avoiding using the force or my lightsabers." He went on and on about serving the Alliance and restoring the Jedi.

Cutting to the end of the long winded message. "Anyway I'll meet you on-board the Corellian Shipyards hangar bay. There's a Cantina there if I'm running late. I've got a meeting with a General so I'll see you all very soon." He sent the holo and turned around to face General Madine.

Crix spent a good hour giving him lots of data and few dozen pieces of advice. He nodded and headed out, a group of clones waited in the hangar. "Sir were headed for the Shipyards, care for lift?" Called the Captain.

Vale walked over and climbed on smiling. "Feel like old times Captain? Fighting to serve the Republic and alongside Jedi?"

"Better sir." He responded. "This time we fight because we want to, not for some damned Emperor." He said smiling as he pulled on his helmet and the shuttle closed up.

Vale nodded putting on his helmet and pulling his hood up. The trooper was right, this was better and he was going to serve the Republic again.

Alexander Atreides was sitting inside a small safehouse on Corellia, going through the latest series of orders he had gotten passed down the chain of command. They had done quite a few operations out of the local general store's basement, and it was starting to look more and more dangerous for them to remain any longer, so they had packed up what they could carry and were preparing to destroy the rest beyond salvaging. Atreides had sent the last man out with the remaining supplies, they would be scattering to different cells to limit how easily tracked any of them would be instead of all moving to a new location together. It was a shame, he had enjoyed working with them, but it was high time they scatter to prevent easy detection. The Corellian Resistance still operated within the Alliance, usually deploying across the various planets contested or poorly held by the Imperials. They had recently returned from one such job and were scattering to prevent tracking of any one of them to the group, when the old holo projector lit up on its own volition, gathering the attention of the about to leave Alexander.

Watching the message play out to its completion, the Corellian rebel promptly verified the security on the message. It was genuine, as far as he could tell, which meant things were about to get unusually interesting, to say the least. Atreides grinned as he slung his pack over his shoulder, frying the holo projector before he left to ensure it could not be restarted, and no data on it salvageable. In his bag was mostly tools and supplies, concealing what some would find far more condemning. His A280 blaster rifle, a rebel favorite already for quite a few rebel forces, but he valued it for the ability it had to punch through personal armor. Including Stormtrooper armor, something that he valued highly. He carried his DL-18 on his hip, a blaster pistol that would not attract much attention for an obviously space faring technician. Not with the amount of danger to be found this day and age from both Imperials and those 'hostile' rebel forces. Sure, it wouldn't go through Imperial armor unless he got unusually lucky or put a lot of shots into it, but it would do work on unarmored forces and could scare rookie Imp Troopers. Blaster fire was blaster fire, after all.

Atreides knew the cantina that was to be the meeting place, he was fond of the place so he didn't let himself become too well known there. He didn't want to lose out on cheap drinks and a no question's asked mentality, long as you didn't bring your trouble in with you. He had no doubt this Knight Aath would be able to point out who he sent the message to, so he wasted no time when he walked into the place and set his kit down at a table instead of the bar itself. A serving droid made its way over, and he placed his order for some generic Malt the place served that was better then just about any of the other pisswater that the place tended to serve the unknowing or uninitiated. Once his drink arrived, he took his time savoring the flavor as he watched the door, waiting for anyone who looked the part or outright was this Knight Aath.

The Cantina better have damn good drinks. That's all Azala could think about as she headed in its diriection. She needed a stiff pint before she had to meet any of the other recruits for this little adventure began.

Her DC17 clanked against her armor as she walked into the Cantina, finding the most secluded corner so she could keep an eye on everyone. She had a few bounties on her own head and they almost always seemed to try and kill her when she was drinking.

Once the creds had been in her account, she'd found the nearest rebel base and secured passage to the Hammer of Justice. A bit dramatic, but they weren't paying her for opinions.

She signaled one of the Twi'lek waitress's for a bottle of Kri'gee. Most she'd away from the bitter drink, but she always felt more at home with a bottle beside her. Val'Buir would drink like crazy after collecting a bounty, then curse like cruse the damn thing the next morning for trying to kill him.

She fingered the holo pod hooked to her belt, remembering the message her Buir had left her. He was looking for a bounty, and told her he'd kill her if she got killed out there.

She smiled underneath her helmet as the waitress sat the Ki'gee onto the table. Now, if she just had some spiced warra nuts, everything would be perfect.

”Cantina, haven’t gotten a drink in a while.. Jazar thought, as he moved through the busy alleyways to find the Cantina. He went towards the Cantina, and looked around at the busy interior. Bustling with action, with over 50 to 100 faces everywhere.. people wonder why it’s so easy to get killed in here.Thought Jazar, a light smirk escaped Jazar’s lips, as he was still wearing his helmet. He moved to a seat near to the door, and looking at the door, for mainly security reasons. He activated the holo message via his hud and listened to it. Nodding along as he looked to a waitress. Pausing the message for abit before ordering a cup of coffee. He went back to hear the instructions of the message. Interesting..good way to pass the time and do something noble. Another smirk escaped Jazar’s lips. As the coffee came his way he turned off the holographic display on his HUD. Before he took off his helmet. He sipped on the beverage. He seemed to be overly prepared, his armor and his weaponry sticking out the most.

The red Twi'lek deactivated and put her holo-projector away, hiding it in a pouch on her waist. Her new destination was a cantina, in which she was unsure if she was among the ones that were contacted about the orders to go there. For some time, she had been tapping into the signals in order to know where to go to help the rebels. She didn't believe that she was formally indoctrinated into the rebel faction, but had made just enough appearances to be known by some of the fighters.

She'd just have to make a good first impression on the higher ups she was sure she'd be meeting at the cantina.

As the Rebel shuttle landed off stepped eight clone troopers in Phase II armor each of them adorned with blasts marks and rough scratches the armor had been painted over red and blue. Between the two columns stood a figure his helmet cupped under one arm as he walked towards them his lowered. They could across where his eyes should have been was nothing more than a strip of cloth. He walked over to the bar smiling at the bar tender then looking around. You all knew him as the Jedi assigned to lead this mission.

"Give me something forthy, strong, and life threatening bar tender. Corellian whiskey for the Clones. All on General Crix's tab." He turned back the clones cheering as they broke ranks and began to talk and laugh. "Oh and Warra Nuts for all the boys. They just got back" He turned picking out each individual which was no small feet and waving them over to the bar. At his was a DL-18 blaster pistol, older model but it would do the job, strangely his sabers could not be scene his Mandalorian armor seemed to be recently made and almost unmarked which would mean it was made to accept him as a new member of a clan. He waited to see which of his new allies approached him first however his eyeless vision stayed directed at the red Twi'lek. She was force sensitive and had tampered with the dark side, yet he did not sense she came here for violence.

In a secluded corner sat Tak, his war torn robes hiding him from prying eyes as he nursed drink. Tak had been at the cantina for hours waiting for the other members of this mission to show up. In his time here Tak had seen three fights, five illegal deals, and two drunks tossed to the streets. All in all it had been an uneventful couple of hours, with him passing the time primarily by playing holochess with an AI partner. Currently the score was three to two in his favor. However as at the beginning of his sixth game the other members began to file into the Cantina and Tak canceled the game in favor of watching them.

All in all they looked unimpressive beyond the gear they had hidden, good. Those who flaunted what they had usually weren't worth much in a real fight. Tak's attitude took a climb for the better as he saw his fellow clones enter the cantina and cause a ruckus, it brought a wave of nostalgia to the old clone and with it came a small smile. In a fluid motion he moved from his seat and weaved through the crowd before taking a seat by Vale, not looking at him as he instead ordered a drink. "Not one for subtlety are you Vale?"

Atreides was still working through his drink at a liesurely pace when the commander of this little operation came rolling in the door with a group of, to his surprise, Clones and started ordering drinks. Well, that was probably one of the least subtle ways he had seen someone enter the cantina in quite some time. But the man knew who he was looking for, from the hand motioning and such, so the technician stood up, drink in one hand and bag slung over his other shoulder. He proceeded to make his way over to the bar, not the first to approach the Knight, the other fellow making his own comments on the fact that he had not made a very subtle entrance. That got an amused snort out of Atreides, and he sat down at the counter now, bag resting on his shoulder still. A bunch of others had went into and out of the bar, and the only one really attention grabbing was the red Twi'lek, she looked like trouble, and he was prepared for it just in case. "Subtle would have been good, but I suppose stomping around with a bunch of Clone War era gents tends to alleviate that kind of requirement at times, eh? "

Izin waited in silence, watching as the squad of old clones came walking into the cantina. She had no idea that clones were still in use after all this time. The era of using expendable units was long gone. to see a clone of a battle droid was a stroke of luck all it's own. But to see one still in action was nearly an impossibility. She had been led to believe that all remnants of battle droids and clones were lost after the clone wars died out, but obviously that wasn't what had actually happened.

She could feel at least two sets of eyes on her at the moment. It wasn't something that was not used to, being a rather rare specimen of Twi'lek herself. Her red skin set her apart from many others she knew. Still, she remained by herself, watching the events around her unfold. If a fight started up, it wasn't going to be her fault.

Vale looked between the two new arrivals, sighing he turned his head towards each of them. "Subtle is all in the appearance, if I put these boys in Mandalorian armor and tromped in here not a soul would bat an eye. Just think were some merc's who just got paid. I can be subtle and I can be loud, glad to meet you both. Sit down and have a drink on the dime of the General whose got you both wrapped in this." He then hushed his voice.

"However I see something a little out of place, act natural and stay quiet. She attacks then run, bar's to enclose for a blaster fight." He broke off laughing walking over towards the red Twi'lek his voice changed some as if to sound deeper a rim accent through from what planet made it hard to place. "Hello beautiful your a rarity, I've never seen a red Twi'lek before." He got in a little closer than was friendly. It was of course an old test, play as the lecherous Merc and gauge the reaction of course it would also quickly work against him being a Jedi after all they didn't learn that sort of thing.

As her eyes focused on the one moving towards her, Izin's hand slowly moved towards her concealed lightsaber. She could sense the force within the man, and remained calm. His words were nothing new. She had been catcalled, asked for 'favors', and had even been thrown money to perform various unspeakable services. Of course, those who threw money at her would get thrown a live pulse grenade, but she needed to keep her calm here. He had changed his voice as well, but she knew better. She had heard him speaking among the others.

Her eyes narrowed only slightly, a ghost of a smile at the edge of her lips. She'd play this game. She wasn't some hate-filled apprentice with the lust for death and demise. "Why, thank you." She replied to the man, her normally rough and aggressive voice replaced by one up mystery and allure. "We are rather rare, but I'm sure you knew that since you've never seen one like me before." She gave him a soft smile, one that promised many adventures in the future if he were to play his cards right. On the inside, however, she was surprising calm and without care. If he was going to play that game, then she'd play one of her own.

Izin'asilos' eyes flickered to the others he was speaking to only moments ago. She said nothing to them, and smiled at the man she was speaking with once again. Her free hand waved slightly in front of her, the Twi'lek woman using her connection to the force in an attempt to persuade him to go away. Depending on his next actions, she would act accordingly. "I think your friends are calling you back. You should see what they need." She spoke normally, but still a shade softer and smoother than how she usually talked. It was what she needed to do to get the technique to work.

Atreides smirked as he sat at the counter and heard the knight out, ordering another malt as he waited for the man to spit out every detail of where they were going when the Jedi brought up the red skinned twi'lek and told them to run if trouble broke out, as there was no chance for the blasters in this type of enclosed space. The corellian snorted in response to that as the Jedi went over and acted like a drunk mercenary letch, and he glanced over at the other one who had come over to humor the Jedi knight and his summons and rolled his eyes at the Knight. He commented towards his fellow member of this little party, as it was called now, and laid out his thinking on the little situation. Sure, his blaster pistol was little more than an annoyance to half decent armor, but she wasn't armored. "He starts getting his ass handed to him, we blast the offending parties, and damn the circumstances. Well, I'll blast her, your welcome to join in if you want."

Vale shook his he and sighed. "Damn, well you aren't the average dark sider." He fold his hands into his robes then spoke. "Vale Aath, I'm assuming your here to either kill me or join us. Well come have a drink with us or try to stab me, either I promise it will be interesting." He walked back over and looked at Atreides.

"I told you to go outside because she's packing a light saber. Your blaster pistol might be good but in tight quarters light sabers have the advantage. Any way boys, you know what tomorrow is right? Empire day! So were going to trash the parade on Coruscant with the ships we stole and the Mon Calamari fleet." He sat down and reached for his drink, seemed one of the clones had taken it and had it himself while he'd been off meeting the Twi'lek. "Damn it, you guys have to respect."

One of the clones laughed. "We have respect for you commander but you've got a meeting so booze for you. Us on the other-hand are now off duty so we can drink all we want!" They all cheered and raised there glasses. "To the commander and his sober mind!"

Vale grumbled. "You are all copy's of the same jerk."