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>Housun Orbit

>3 Weeks Before the Battle of Housun

	The doors to the Bridge slid upon as a fanfare of Imperial boots standing to attention upon the arrival of their superiors echoed throughout the hallway and bridge itself. Aboard the Interpreter, everything seemed to run quite whilst the heavy steps threw sounds and reverb between each corner, doorway, desk and Naval Officer. Everyone waited in sheer silence as they waited for their freedom of speech to be reawakened once more. It took its time, as he took his time. Beady, experienced eyes bloated around the room, finding a way to analyse every single breathing and animated object situated in front, around and below him. A grin freshened upon his expression as he called out for the room to return to their regular duties as he marched his way slowly towards the viewing platform of the Bridge.

	A glisten flickered in his eye as stars and beams of light shimmered from the surface of Housun. Around himself, was not only the crew of the ship, but an armada, more like a fleet, spread far and wide around him. Ships of similar and different classifications, sizes, armaments, engines, builds and shapes dotted everywhere; and to him, this sight was nothing but clear beauty and an example of progress. He'd look back on what the world he hovered over before was like.

	A jungle, but on a larger scale. Populated with major rebel factions and regiments throughout massive urbanised sectors, blending into the Jungles with thick fortresses. It was quick and steady company, ones that had their guns pointed to the skies with the knowledge of the inevitable snowplow that is the Imperial Navy. Though they could've proven to be a threat to some fleets of the Galactic Empire, they were unfortunate enough to be left with an Admiral with more than enough experience on his plate to make-do of the scum ridden surface. Orbital strikes, for three days, constantly, left the planet crippled in Major areas, forcing almost every single Rebel Soldier and Pilot to flee the planet entirely. It was beautiful when he had the chance to order turbo-lasers to fire upon micro-fighters fleeing. And so, the facilities were built, boring parts came into place. Cities were liberated and held. Housun was theirs, all in the space of three days.

	They'd call it the Battle of Housun, but the fact that there was no battle stopped them. It was more of a demonstration as to them not needing any old super-weapon to deal with the Rebellion and restore order. Old fashioned raids from orbit did the trick. They alwayd do when done correctly. An art. It made the Admiral an Artist. An Artist at War, tactical strategy and political diplomacy. What a man, he was. You'd imagine him at his age to be with a spouse, settled down telling children of his days in command, but duty had called those years of his disappearance. And the Emperor was in on it.

	A hooded figure took to his side, with a mystical voice of tranquillity, yet with an appearance that would strike fear into any man, woman or child...Or Gungan. His hands slugged around in fingerless gloves with braces of cloth and materialistic design. His eyes were covered by the very tip of his cowl. A dark aura would be sensed from his body, as he was definitely one alongside the dark-side of the Force...

"Word from Captain Frei states that the all Rebel forces have been eradicated, and we still remain in hold of those found...sneaking within our facilities..."His voice was too calm for the pose, stance and appearance. Almost ironic; yet the calm tone made it more chilling to those who'd face him blade to blade.

"Remarkable work, Master Noialat...I'll ensure news of your achievement is sent towards your mentor and master for full appreciation..."He felt his hands curl around the handle of his military cane."It's only a matter of time before the completion of this project. Years and years of dedication has gone into this, Noialat. But this is no sign to lower our guard and vigilance. We have a tough few weeks to complete our first vessel and begin testing, but we're closer than we ever thought we'd get."

"Admiral Hucke...If I must interrupt you of your self-praise and lecturing, where are you planning on posting such hostages of the Rebel Alliance? Captain Frei is in dire need of immediate briefing."

"Hmm...Place them on the Facility within the Sector HK2...It was only yesterday that we caught them trying to send out a singal, and we intercepted it before anything vital could be said...Might as well keep them somewhere where they'll talk to us. Rally the transports...We'll be heading down before dusk."
>One day after...

The man saluted his superior, before walking off towards where he was directed to. The hanger was buzzing with life, almost as much as those on Yavin IV. It was remarkable how the Rebellion had developed. From small-time fighters to a military opposition for the Galactic Empire, Jy' Sar Kelko was far more impressed with the initiative of so many against a punishing and relentless adversary. It was quite emotional to hear, as well, that every-day more and more would sign up into the ranks of the Rebellion with the intent on setting the Galaxy free, and to restore the Republic to its former glory.

	He continued his trek. Past the X-Wings, the B-Wings, A-Wings and Y-Wings all stored within the Base's one-of-many hangers. Each one with a buzzing crew around doing routine checks, or prepping for missions, as the occasional spacecraft would lift from the ground and fly out of the massive blast-doors. If he were one of the newer Rebels that he was going to meet, it'd be a time for hyperventilating over how immensely amazing this sight was. But he was an experienced member and fighter now...It would be unprofessional to do so, no matter what he thought.

	Jy' moved onward, outside the blast-doors of his current Hanger. His armour was in place, a blend of a dark Rebel Forest and Jungle camouflage that would suit the majority of their destination. He said their, and that was because of his knowledge on where they were going. He wouldn't be surprised if those he was about to meet weren't fully aware of what they'd entirely signed up for. Nonetheless, they were there, all formed up in a rank of 52, not including Captains Gesplal and Irona of course, as he walked over. His A280 dangled from a sling wrapped over his shoulders, as he casually strode towards their briefing. They'd be waiting on Jy' at this point, and the brief introduction and welcome to the team would've been dealt with. However, the full-brief of the Mission was down to Fireteam Leaders, Fireteam leaders like Jy' Sar Kelko.

	Upon arrival, he moved towards the line of fellow experienced Rebel fighters. Some looked more agile, some more strong, some smaller and some of different species. None of them he recognised, but he'd have to be able to soon seeing as they'd be working with one another for days, weeks, months or years...Depending on what the survival odds were.

	Captain Gesplal turned towards the line, seeing that Jy' had finally arrived. From that indication, she'd turn back towards the silent group who stood ready for their next order. And so, the Officer's barking began to take place, as the orders began to sling out like an avalanche on Hoth's mountain ranges.

"Alright. Forest V, these individuals to my right are some of the volunteers, much like yourselves, who've been selected from many similar to their position to lead smaller groups of 6 on average, spreading amongst the Platoon to provide designated ICs and command teams for combat and general duties. You've all been assigned to a specific soldier. I'll send them on board first, several on each of our three ships. Go to your assigned Fireteam Leader in the dormitories assigned to said Fireteams. You'll place your personal gear into whatever storage is there and we'll be lifting off-ground within a few minutes...Off yeh go!"

Jy' Sar Kelko and the others quickly rushed to their assigned ships. Jy' was specifically assigned to the Redeemer. The Consular-Class Cruiser was the more life-style ship for the trip, compared to that of their YE-4 Gunship. And so, he travelled up the ramp, moving into his designated 'Dormitory'. It was more of a storage room remodelled to act as a makeshift dormitory. Though the beds were going to be comfortable, it still could've been a lot better. As soon as he began to fling his bags and weapons into his designated corner, the door slid open once more, and a gradual increase of bodies of all different sizes entered the room. He hadn't counted how many there were specifically, but once he was sure that no more were coming through, he looked up, helmet still on.

	They looked at him, and he looked at them. It wasn't the best first impression, 15 seconds of silence. Before long, he cleared his throat and took to his feet, stretching his head around and staring at all the tops of their heads. It was a head-count, but he lost count almost instantly when he started talking. He kept his tone low, and his voice loud enough to project through the room.Breaking the silence, was never his speciality.

"Right...Shift around, shift around...Before you all start running to your dorm's beds and lie down or whatever the fuck...You will have to bare with me...Name's Jy' Sar Kelko, or Jyk or Sar or whatever you want to call me, just as long as it's close enough. First thing's first...I'm getting to know you lot, right here...Right now. Reason why? Because you're my Fireteam, I need to know who I'm working with. You don't like it? Tough. Get in line to my position then you'll get time to make the rules...Right...One at a time. Name, age, original Alliance Job and...I don't know, a bloody Interesting fact about you or something..."Jyk was very happy with his assertive, yet calming tone. Straight off the bat, confidence...Hopefully it meant something to them.
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