Star Wars Rebels Imperial Officer Novels & Stories

The latter turned to the former and demanded, “I need an explanation now, Sail! Now!” Sail nodded frantically as beads of sweat dotted his forehead. Then, turning back to Lindsay with a newfound scowl, he chided, “Stop being unbelievable, Lindsay Young! What do you mean there’s only one master you’ve acknowledged?! You’ve always been a stubborn and unreasonable girl, but this? Throwing one of your fits in a moment like this? Do you know who he is? Sergeant Cheney is the combat instructor of the Wolf’s Fang Squad… hailed from the Insurgent Trifecta! He had achieved the third tier of the superior class—he’s practically invincible!

Conrad asked in his authoritative voice. "Probably me." One of the men nearby raised his hand. "I'm Delta Samuel O'Hara." A man no older than Conrad walked to the front of the crowd, his body bruised and slightly wounded in the arm. "Who is the highest ranking in your rebellion?" Conrad then turned to Garrett. "That would be me, boy." The older man, holding on to the younger man, approached Garrett. "But I want my son to replace me in this task." He pointed at Garrett, and most of the people gasped in surprise.

He was in charge of the entire unit and the three areas under it, the only officers with the permission to see him directly were the four Commanders of Unit One. Commander Naukles Smuts was the strongest and most responsible of the four. Below him was Commander Clemens Larazza, she was an erratic overzealous officer who usually followed her own rules rather than those set by her superiors. The third and fourth ranked were the twins Garrys and Barbie Gore. Garrys was the older and had an attitude for being jumpy while Barbie was more reserved and shy than any of the commander's. The bounty limit of a Commander was one billion perus.

There was no time to waste. “Ryder!” she called out, her voice rising over the chaos. The sound of fighting from the hallway stopped for a split second. Ryder’s voice came through her earpiece. “I’m almost there. Keep them occupied.” Eva turned back to face the rebels, her grip tightening around her blade. “You’re wrong,” she said, her voice steady despite the fear that gnawed at her insides. “The Empire isn’t falling. *You* are. This ends now.”

the guy answers, "She's fine. My men found her before they find you, and quickly took her to our infirmary. She's alive. As for your other questions, my name is Martin, and I am the leader of the Rebel." "Leader of the Rebels," I repeat to myself, thinking back to everything I heard about the Rebels and their "fearless" leader. "You know," I say, grabbing at my own shirt collar. "For someone who's in hiding, you sure have a lousy sense of fashion. I can see that damn blazer of yours for miles, and so can any soldiers in the base. Miracle how they haven't already found and kill you yet." "Yeah, well, the soldiers can look all their want because, in a few days, we'll all be gone from this base

She was likely relieved to see him. Maverick’s warriors emerged from the trees, their weapons drawn. Rebel’s men responded in kind. His rebels didn’t outnumber the Grey Wolf elite warriors, but considering what they’d come for, it didn’t matter. Rebel recognized most of the Grey Wolves immediately. The faces that in his childhood memories remained boys instantly changed into those of the grown men who stared back at him. Grey Wolf elite alpha warriors. They all were. Except for Rebel.

What a stark contrast these sights brought, compared to the serenity of the forest. “You there!” The officer screams as he points at me with his sword. “Still acting like a loose drunk are ya? What’s your name and why are you here!?” I immediately stand in attention and recite my unforgettable credentials “ Molag Broner. Remanian Legionnaire under the 46th Cohort, 3rd Company fighting for the 17th Legion, Lupus Infernos; The Bright Tigers. I am a soldier of Remas.” I can see the officer grinning through his mask “Just checking there Molag, you were falling asleep again. So go, get in line!”

Franz opened the door and three strange looking men wearing black uniforms walked in. "This is Stephen Staromana , 5th in command of the Covert Ops." Franz said introducing him. Stephen had colorful feathers on his right eyelashes and eyebrow. He had shiny skin and jaw-length hair, which, in conjunction with the feathers, gives him a somewhat feminine appearance. The guys began to wonder if this guy was seriously in the military. "This is Edmund Belvis, 3rd in command of the Covert Ops" Edmund was a tall skinny bald guy who looked like he wore red make up next to his eyes. The boys were really beginning to doubt Franz's judgment.

Leia was far from weak, but she was hardly any match for Grunt when it came down to a battle. Grunt was, after all, the General of the Imperial Sky Palace and the right-hand-man of the Nine Heaven Emperor. Darryl rushed forward to stop her, but he was a step too late. Grunt smiled coldly as Leia charged forward. He stood rooted to the spot, completely unmoving! "You want to teach me a lesson? I think you hardly have the right to do that." Grunt sneered, channeling a burst of godly energy. The long golden spear materialized in his hands, emitting a brilliant golden ray as he met Leia's attack!

“Commander certainly suits you!” “It certainly does, but then again, she is a Stanton.” I heard a voice over my shoulder and saw Meagan’s grin drop. “She is her father’s daughter after all.” I turned to see Everett Stanton, former commander and traitor, standing behind me. I felt the prickle of hairs along my spine as Kylo growled in my head. I looked around and saw that we had been surrounded by Crimson Shadow Warriors. I stepped back against Meagan as the four of us positioned ourselves in a tight outward facing circle so we had eyes on all four directions at once. I recognised almost all the warriors we were facing as former Dark Moon, including Bryce and Blaine Stanton, Meagan’s brothers