Star Wars: Ryloth Under Siege/ Chapter 7: Off to War

There were deep breaths and heavy artillery present pre-battle. Commandant Fil knocked on the door of Ponds’ temporary quarters. Ponds was polishing his beloved DC-15 rifle. “Hey, Ponds. You got a second?” Fil asked, politely.

“Sure, Commandant. What’s up?” Ponds replied.

“I, uh. I just wanted to apologize for treating you the way I did during the Battle of Blue Quartz.”

This put a shocked look on Ponds’ face. “Fil, that was years ago. All is forgiven, sir. But why tell me this now?” Ponds asked suspiciously. Fil surprisingly showed a side of emotion on his face. He began to walk out until he turned to face Ponds, looked him in the eyes, and walked back out. Ponds wondered for a short while on what that was all about. Then, there was a signal coming from Princess Leia, telling everyone that it was time to depart.

Most of the wookies came along with the rebels but some stayed behind to tend for their families. R2 and 3P0 also stayed behind. On the way to Ryloth, Leia decided to play that holographic projection of Major Scrape killing innocent life forms there. They all either shook their heads in disgrace or prayed. Ranger did most of the praying. Out of the blue, there was an incoming transmission coming in from Ryloth. It was none other than, Major Scrape. “Hello, idiots,” he casually opened the conversation.

“What do you want? Spit it out!” Fil ordered.

“Ew,” Rahr exclaimed.

Luke sensed the determination in Scrape’s eyes, even through the holographic transmission. “I just wanted to let you know that you have pissed me off, gratefully. However, I would just like to chat with you on the planet before any of this gets out of hand. But if you don’t wanna talk, believe me, this will get out of hand!”

Carg stepped up. “This is not like you, Scrape. You hate being diplomatic.”

Scrape just smiled and hung up. The rebels that were aboard that very frigate showed signs of confusion and anticipatory anxiety. Carg went back to the corner of the ship and sighed aloud. He contemplated on the time when he and Scrape were on same assignments at the same time and even in the same military group. He, too, shook his head in shamefulness.

Finally, the shuttles, gunships, and frigates arrived in the atmosphere of Ryloth, where they already could see the shroud of the darkside. Clouds of smoke from killings and small puddles of blood resulted in an ample amount of grief on the planet. Scrape and Wesson looked outside on a platform and witnessed the rebels dock their ships a couple miles out. “Bring in the cavalry,” Scrape ordered Wesson. Wesson secretly squinted his eyes at Scrape, but headed out to issue his order.

Everyone in the rebel alliance confronted Scrape from ground level, which gave time for the local prisoners to escape. “You have no idea what you have gotten yourselves into, scum! I did some nasty stuff back in the Clone War. Here, I’m just testing my new organization,” he told everyone.

“Your crimes against humanity are unforgettable!” Stone warned.

Scrape chuckled and eventually laughed. “Surrender or leave this instant and I’ll let you all have one of your legs.”

Rahr was confused once again. “What happens if we say no? Do we have zero of our legs?”

This sparked a bit of rage inside of Scrape. His face flared up. “Shut up, fish! Now, one of my men sent you a message of me brutally attacking one of Ryloth’s people, which I did enjoy, but which one of my men was it??”

Stone bit his lip. Ponds did the same. Scrape heard someone creep up behind him. “... It was me…” Wesson answered and then swung his weapon to knock off Scrape’s helmet, and a confrontation between the two First Order stormtroopers ensued.

“NOW! FIRE!” Stone yelled. Quinlan, Chewbacca, and Quinlan’s wookie partners let out a howl and charged at the First Order. War was upon them.