A Phoenix is Borned/story

The imperial garrison in Coruscant. Currently, one year after the Emperor’s death at Endor. A group of imperial soldiers are relaxing having some meal.

“So, why did you joined the imperial cause?” ask Bin’Adict, an imperial officer, he’s only a lieutenant. “Well it’s kind of a long story, well it all started. . . I was ensign aboard the a Corporate Sector Authority Star Destroyer. We were orbiting Etti IV, we were to receive a group of supplies and a group of prisoners brought by the Empire for charges against the Sector. . . .”

Appearing as a flashback, Phoenix remembers the last hours serving the Corporate Sector.

“How long it’s going to take this?” asks Phoenix to his friend, while checking the ID codes transmitted by the containers. “Not long, I’ve done this much times, and let me tell you is not going to be long as before, Phoenix” Answers his Guel, as he moves to a turbolift. “Hey! Guel! What do you mean with before?” “Well, since we have a shortage of personnel, the Corporate Sector Authority has set some Victory Star Destroyers to bee enslaved to carry minimum crew. Also they brought that squadron of Z-95s. Before that refit, the Fortunate took days to supply, but now will take less time. And it seems we’re going to become a prison-ship.” Replies the communications officer. “Prisoners? What prisoners?“ Replies Phoenix “Those prisoners are criminals and smugglers captured by the Empire. All of them had a date with death, for their crimes against the Corporate Sector.” Answers the captain. As the containers approached, takes his post on the tactical console. Suddenly his console begins to show a blue light, Phoenix takes a look and informs a bit confused: “Captain, I’ve readings of multiple ships exiting hyperspace!” “What might be now? Yellow alert!” Orders the captain as he approaches Phoenix Suddenly they appear on the main tactical display. “X-wings? What does this group of rebels thinking?” ask himself the captain. “Alright, this is not the time for this, launch all fighters, and open a channel with leader X-wing!” Before the crew comply the captain’s orders, the ship shakes. Indicating the sudden attack “Battle Stations!” shouts the captain, but it’s too late for a move. Another shake, more violent than the first one trembles the whole ship, panels blowing and screaming invade the bridge. “Damage report!” shouts the captain, Phoenix stands up and run to the main display. “Minimal damage to the hull, but they disabled the shield generator and. . . sir, the blow most of the hangar!” “Get us out of orbit! Focus all batteries on the medium transport, at least we’ll fight back!”

“Captain! I’m receiving a distress call from the containers!” says the ensign of communications.” The transmitions had some sounds of interference. “This -- Theta group -f conta---rs to the Fortunate! We’re under ---ack, --quest assistance immedia--ly!! We need to” as the transmition cuts off, Phoenix informs. “Captain, all containers have been disabled, and only half of the Z-95s made it out. . . “

After some minutes, the ship was forced to land on the surface, as the ship landed on the planet surface, the remaining Z-95 reached the ship and landed on the city.

Phoenix woke up on a hospital.

“Huh! One more time here! What a shame. . . “ There was a data pod on the bed, along with his uniform.

Phoenix, now a imperial officer, took the data pod and gave it to Bin’Adict “This is the reason, he was Guel Rezmira, a good friend of mine. And he died because those rebels who freed those Bothan criminals. Half of the crew died, I’ll make sure they’ll payback!”