Novel & Cerita Star Wars Rebels Imperial Officer

Hunter, Darius, Aleah, and Ester arrived at the barracks where Hunter had been assigned. The Four Elder Alpha of Astral Guardians and the Alpha King were informed that the rogue rebels in the area were becoming uncontrollable, and the Astral Guardians stationed there were severely weakened. They were deeply troubled by the news that the commanding officer of the barracks was neglecting his duties. The soldiers lacked discipline, spent their nights in nightclubs, and were often the instigators of trouble—causing the rebels in the area to no longer fear them.

I knew him like the back of my palm. “You have ten seconds. Starting now.” Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven… Six… Five. Four. THREE… “Wait!” One gave in, rushing forward to the line separating the two packs. “I will confess. Please don’t punish me. Vader made us turn against Alpha Carl in secret. He told us that we were blue scorpion soldiers and remained so. As such, our duties were bound to the Alpha or whatever leader was available.” “Who is this fool?” Vader raged, turning to the men. “Someone get him. I will kill him with my bare hands.”

I asked skeptically, crossing my arms over my chest. I didn't like how a smile pulled at the corner of his lips. "Theodora Walker. War criminal. Wanted by the galactic police. The military police. Banned from visiting numerous planets. A hefty reward for your capture," Emperor Cyrus stated calmly. "I've done my research." "Don't threaten me," I snapped.

said Beta-he, who had officially become the Beta of Stephen the Alpha of the rebel army that had become the enemy of two camps, the enemy of the mortal nation and the enemy of the immortal nation. They were the ones who had been rebelling and taking many lives, kidnapping weapons and turning military weapons into weapons that didn't really work, all led by Stephen August, because they loved to rebel, plunder, and make their wealth by rebelling. "Thank you, Beta, I came here waiting for the results of the forensic doctor about the lifeless body, it has decomposed and been replaced," Stephen said with a smile on his lips as if he was very proud of the achievements he had made so far.

The fabric scratched my skin. Across from me sat two men I didn't know. Citadel Intelligence. They weren't soldiers. They were accountants of pain. "Let's review the timeline again, Asset 44," the one on the left said. He tapped a stylus against his datapad. Tick. Tick. "You entered the courtyard. The Rebel Leader descended from the statue. He spoke to you." "He told me to surrender," I lied. My voice was raspy. My throat raw from the smoke. "He told me the Academy was fallen."

Lukas was starving for my return, but breaking my exile was a declaration of total war. As we approached the heavy iron doors of the territory's tactical forge, a violent roar shattered the corridor. A high-ranking vanguard officer was viciously berating Bryce, whose young jaw was locked in stubborn fury. The officer’s claws extended as Bryce refused to submit, his words dripping with venom. “You can't even calibrate a standard syndicate rifle without blowing your own paws off! Get your pathetic carcass out of my forge. The vanguard has no use for a useless pup who belongs in a cage!” the commander bellowed.

She falls to the ground. "Inés Emberclaw, omega of the Redwood Wolves pack, you are here tonight to be judged for the crimes of criminal association, betrayal of your pack, accessory to murder, and many other offenses." One of the elders stands and addresses her after the alpha gives the order. "How do you plead?" "I’m inno...cent, I swear," she responds between choked sobs. Connor watches her with no trace of emotion on his face.

Before I got a chance to say more, a knock on the door startled me. I immediately let go of the strand of her hair and stood up from the chair. I marched over to the door and opened it with a swift yank to reveal Orion, wearing a panicked expression on his face. As I opened my mouth to ask what he wanted, he said; "We know who the leader of the new rebels is."

“You think you can lead this empire to peace? You are nothing but a puppet, Kael. And now, the strings will be cut.” Kael’s breath caught, the weight of the words landing like a physical blow. “Who are you?” he demanded, his voice full of fury. “Show your face.” The figure chuckled, a dark, hollow sound that echoed through the night. “You want to know who I am?” he asked, his voice low, almost mocking. “I am the one who controls the future. I am the architect of your downfall.” Before Kael could respond, the figure raised his hand once more, and the rebels closed in, their weapons drawn, the circle tightening.

Astaroth salutes. Rex thanked the clan master instead for helping them clear the trash from the true rebels. Though Kent had plans to deal with them after the war, it would be too late if they returned to civilian life. It would be much easier to deal with disobedient soldiers now while they are still under his command. The captain further explained the situation of the rebels was mostly composed of abusive people including those the ones Astaroth caught for them. "I see, Captain, give my regards to the Progenitor… I must go back and tend to my duties." He proclaimed.